STOP IT

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I pull up in traffic, no stalling the Matic
You know that he'll back it, I beg him don't back it
I'm tryna get on so I told him don't slap it

I slap up the pussy, don't clap it, don't clap it
They thought they could hack it but they couldn't hack it
Cah I'm too erratic, my dad an emphatic

I whip automatic, I manually drag it
She asked me to tap it but I didn't tap it
I piss off my ex cah I'm rich and I'm rapping
The stripper is Spanish, I don't speak the language
I can't understand but my dick understand it
She calling me, what the fuck was she calling me?
Fuck what she calling me, I got the cabbage
I twist up a bat of the mac and I vanish
I smoke with the Mac, I see, oh, that's the mandem

My foreign is white and my jacket is white
I made money off white and for that I'm embarrassed

I jump on a jet with no cabin for baggage
I pack what I want at the border, I blag it
Technically, technically, technically

Actually one of my mandem, they brang it
I told them to bring it, I'll pay for his flight
If he smuggles the food to the spot that I'm lining
They wanted to
They wanted to stop it but they couldn't stop it
They told me to drop it but I didn't drop it

Now I got a wad I can't fit in my pocket
I prod on the profit, I pester the profit
I piss off the profit, I buck up the profit
He brought me the profits, oracles and boffins
They told me I got it, I know that I got it
I don't deal with boffins, I find them all boring
I roll with the realest of brothers on tour

And they had a security hit him and floor him
The same man that's hating and painting and flooring
They told me bring one in but Wizzy bring four in
They told me bring some in but Wizzy bring more in

You wanna insure me? That's ten more insurance

She wanted to— (Uh), she heard I'm enormous

I roll with the ballers, make twenty band orders
We splash at the jeweller, you draw to the jeweller
You walk in with me, get a swift likkle schooling
Like that one's a VS and that one's a flawless
You can't afford that, that's for rappers and Saudis
You can afford that cah it's crappy and cloudy
You smoke on the shh, I roll on the loudy
The feds want me loyal but I'm not a bounty

Or loyal to feds, you was never on corners
I roll with the apnas and goras and kalas
I know couple killers that turned to informers
We don't speak no more but they begging regardless

I pull up with Rollies and Royces with armour
I used to be broke but I caught up with karma
I'm feeling like Eyes, if you're a farmer
Better go hide all that good marijuana

If he got weed and it's dead then I'll judge him
I roll with the Mac, cah he won't sell you nuttin'
Unless you're a bro or a pal or a cousin
They thought they was plugged in but they wasn't plugged in
It's Frosty House roars and I got leave you buzzing
Infinite, I'm coming, it isn't coming
They forty years old and still typing to youngins

Beg you allow it, you're stinky
I wear what you earn in a year on my pinky
You're tiny and whiny and overly wimpy
You talk on the net, not a talker in person
I beg you to chill cah my temper will worsen
I know if I flip out, you're hurting for certain
I got me a blade, it'll perch on a person