Wont Stop

[Intro]
Yuki production
Yea, aye
Yea
Yea, yea
Yea

[Verse 1]
I gave her some dick, she callin’ me, “da-da”
Nah, shut the fuck up, bitch Im not your papa
And these bullets connecting like wifi
And I feel like a sheep, cause I told that bitch, “ba-ba”
And Im making these plays work like magic with the pack, that shit disappearin’ like, ta-da
Got a chop and that shit go, grah, grah
Leave that boy like he played in some tie dye
Im killin these beats, call me Perky Columbine
Said you getting bitches, boy, you is a funny guy
On my way to the bank, Im laughing like, “haha”
And your bitch in the telly like, “gaga”
Rollin that stank, Im smokin’ that zaza
I heard your last song, that shit was so caca
Whatever you doin’ need to damn stop
I showed him the Glock, then that nigga heart stopped
He askin’ like, “what is that shit on my head?”
Bitch, it’s not a pimple, lil’ bitch, it’s a red dot
And I coulda swore this was a playground
Cause the way my Glock made that boy hopscotch
And I coulda swore he was a dancer
When I shoot my Glock, he dance like a Tiktok
Not talkin bout my Gunna, my plug got them P’s
He pushin’ that shit, and it won’t stop

[Verse 2]
Yea, I’ma do that boy dirty
I’ma leave that boy in the street hurtin’
I got a chop by my side, put me a clip on that bitch, now that shit hold a hundred
I pop on the scene, with shit you never seen
These niggas like, “Perc boy you stunning”
We kill that lil’ boy, then we dump ‘em
These niggas be hating, but fuck ‘em
These niggas gon’ sit in the house, and hate
But nigga they came when Im thumbing
He talkin’ too reckless, he talkin’ too tough
We pull up, my niggas gon’ slump em
I run through this money, I fuck up these commas
I feel like a nigga is cumming

[Outro]
Why dont you want me like these other boys do?
They stare at me while I stare at-