When Will It Stop

[Intro]
Come on man, free the guys
Rah, it's BKay, una
Free GM (free 'em up), Free CS (free 'em up), free MA (free 'em up), free Sus (free 'em up)
You know how we stay, come on man
5 Bush shit, 5 way
Free Mad Max man, fuckin' hell

[Verse 1]
My 18th birthday I was in Shantel's crib with a line of each
No time for birthdays sets, I gotta lock this light while she chops this B
Done told her the trap gettin' vicious, I don't know about fuckin' sleep
Trap boy from The 5 that's me
I just landed from xabsi, got me flippin' I done same week
Big bro said it's like I don't learn, but the bread haffi earn
Come like I work the for job centre all the way I get the job speakers work
You can ask 'round town 'bout roads, I'm still in the trap knees deep in work (Knees deep)
But if wе're talking about dirts, bro spun that wheel while I grip steel, and we nеarly turned someone earth
Had me praying that we don't get pinched 'cah we would have been gone for like 30 years
Had to laugh that off with bro, but lemme just shh 'bout that one there
Like I swear I can't take this nerds
Some London trappers tried turn on in my spot are you fuckin' sherm?
You see that makes my head get hot, now I'm drawn out of my character
Had to deal with that one first
All I can say is hashtag, BulletsBurn and lesson learned
Told my young boy I'll give him a 2 in a shoe but he gotta do the crib up first

[Chorus]
Bad one says I'm tapped, says she don't know who I think I am
Come like they don't understand, shit changed when I filled the Pyrex with grams
Now shits all mad, Riri commin' in duffle bags
Bro bro asked me when will it stop? I don't know, wanna hit like 500 racks
Bad one says I'm tapped, says she don't know who I think I am
Come like they don't understand, shit changed when I filled the Pyrex with grams
Now shits all mad, Riri commin' in duffle bags
Bro bro asked me when will it stop? I don't know, wanna hit like 500 racks

[Verse 2]
19, I was in Lilo's crib with an O and a V in a kitchen
Yeah prior that game was vicious, now more time the trap gettin' wicked
All the spots long distance, and the kittydem love my whippin'
I was in shh doin' up no deals and I still took everyone's business
Are you fuckin' kidding? Settin' up shop in my spots, I make it on tops, and I get juice spillin'
I'll hand my rugrat that mop and a sock full of corn, and tell him start fillin'
Then get round there start flingin'
My young boys trained to go with the pole so I know he ain't hittin' civilians
So I slide in the mash with ease, and tell 'em don't come out till the hole ting finished
And in Gods name pray that he get their safe and kill them idiots
Don't draw me out, I'll draw it out and that's good riddance
Caught one in you head, now your spinach, wait hold up lemme just bill it

[Chorus]
Bad one says I'm tapped, says she don't know who I think I am
Come like they don't understand, shit changed when I filled the Pyrex with grams
Now shits all mad, Riri commin' in duffle bags
Bro bro asked me when will it stop? I don't know, wanna hit like 500 racks
Bad one says I'm tapped, says she don't know who I think I am
Come like they don't understand, shit changed when I filled the Pyrex with grams
Now shits all mad, Riri commin' in duffle bags
Bro bro asked me when will it stop? I don't know, wanna hit like 500 racks