CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Non Stop
Woo
(Ayo, BandPlay)
Haha, yeah (Yeah)
B*t*h, I'm back at it (Uh, yeah)
Post up in the hood, I'm servin' crack addicts (Uh, yeah)
Backstabbin'-a** n***as act like faggots (Uh, yeah)
I can't f**k with b*t*hes 'cause they know they maggots (Uh, yeah)
Baguettes in my watch, b*t*h, look at the carats (Uh, yeah)
Diamonds Conley jumpin', b*t*h, they Conley dancin' (Uh, yeah)
Killin' up in fashion, b*t*h, I'm dapper dabbin' (Uh, yeah)
And they call me Hitler 'cause I send a**a**ins (Yes sir, yeah)
Before the deal, yeah, Big Moochie was really trappin' (Yeah)
Before the deal, yeah, Big Moochie was really clappin' (Yeah)
F**k n***as down (Yeah)
Gang pull up on your block with hundred rounds
OG on it, Dust Town, I put it down (Huh)
Yeah, do y'all know who put it down, for real, n***a?
Stop playin' with me, ha
Let's go
Yeah, all these pu**y n***as talkin' 'bout this affidavit (Uh)
But they can't pull up a lineup or a f**kin' statement (Yeah)
Got n***as and b*t*hes mad, yeah, 'cause they know that they basic
Now I got their a** big mad 'cause they see Big Moochie made it (Yeah)
Stuck with the gang, no tradin' (Yeah)
Number one, Tracy McGrady (Yeah)
Big Moochie doin' no tellin' (Yeah)
Put that on Zalea Navaya (My baby)
Posted in the hood 'til my days got better (Yeah)
Killers, they with me, they ready whenever
Bad thick b*t*h and her color vanilla (Yeah)
Hit her from the back, now I call her yellow (Yellow, yellow)
Huh, I tried to tell you (I tried)
N***as really b*t*hes, they ain't out, they really scary (Yeah)
Bloodbath on a n***a and the b*t*h is bloody mary (Yeah)
F**k 'em all, we send 'em all to the cemetery (Yeah)
F**k all my opps
All y'all can die
Join the rest of 'em who dead
We gettin' rich, yeah (No cap)
My mama say she want a Maybach, gotta put her in it
We on the block, we standin' out, these n***as, no, they ain't spinnin'
The gang gang independent (Gang, gang)
And plus, we really winnin', n***as just d**k-lickin'
Got your b*t*h in my mentions, she really want attention
I told her pay attention, b*t*h, how much is you givin'?
I get racks out her purse (Yeah), and the rest out her t**ties (The rest of)
I be breakin' b*t*hes, really be breakin' b*t*hes
You gotta give me your bankroll, b*t*h, if you want extensions (On God)
And all my clips extended (Clips), these n***as want me ended (Finished)
Well, b*t*h, I'm just gettin' started, b*t*h, I'm nowhere finished (Nowhere)
And the Paper Route Illuminati, I stand on that business (I stand on it, yeah)
I stand on this sh*t, for real, n***a (I swear to God)
I'm talkin' 'bout all the way (All the way)
Yeah, uh, one more time (Uh)
N***as hate to see me on my grind, now I shine (Yeah)
B*t*hes wanna see these VVS', now they blind (Uh)
Big baguettes up in my Rollie, yeah, expensive time (Yeah)
Count big racks up in the Maybach, yeah, while I recline (Yeah)
Mama say, "You got a talent," got rich off of rhymin' (Uh)
Run some b*t*h, keep callin' my phone, know I'm finna decline it (Yeah)
Major labels callin' my phone, know I'm finna decline it (Yeah)
N***as, they really be hidin', no, they really not slidin' (Uh)
Chop cut 'em half, divide 'em, uh, young n***a high as a pilot (Yeah)
Brand new whip, no mileage, yeah, f**k your b*t*h 'til she got mileage (Yeah)
I was down bad, f**ked up in the hood, real lost, then I found me some guidance (Then I found some guidance, yeah)
(Ayo, BandPlay)
Haha, yeah (Yeah)
B*t*h, I'm back at it (Uh, yeah)
Post up in the hood, I'm servin' crack addicts (Uh, yeah)
Backstabbin'-a** n***as act like faggots (Uh, yeah)
I can't f**k with b*t*hes 'cause they know they maggots (Uh, yeah)
Baguettes in my watch, b*t*h, look at the carats (Uh, yeah)
Diamonds Conley jumpin', b*t*h, they Conley dancin' (Uh, yeah)
Killin' up in fashion, b*t*h, I'm dapper dabbin' (Uh, yeah)
And they call me Hitler 'cause I send a**a**ins (Yes sir, yeah)
Before the deal, yeah, Big Moochie was really trappin' (Yeah)
Before the deal, yeah, Big Moochie was really clappin' (Yeah)
F**k n***as down (Yeah)
Gang pull up on your block with hundred rounds
OG on it, Dust Town, I put it down (Huh)
Yeah, do y'all know who put it down, for real, n***a?
Stop playin' with me, ha
Let's go
Yeah, all these pu**y n***as talkin' 'bout this affidavit (Uh)
But they can't pull up a lineup or a f**kin' statement (Yeah)
Got n***as and b*t*hes mad, yeah, 'cause they know that they basic
Now I got their a** big mad 'cause they see Big Moochie made it (Yeah)
Stuck with the gang, no tradin' (Yeah)
Number one, Tracy McGrady (Yeah)
Big Moochie doin' no tellin' (Yeah)
Put that on Zalea Navaya (My baby)
Posted in the hood 'til my days got better (Yeah)
Killers, they with me, they ready whenever
Bad thick b*t*h and her color vanilla (Yeah)
Hit her from the back, now I call her yellow (Yellow, yellow)
Huh, I tried to tell you (I tried)
N***as really b*t*hes, they ain't out, they really scary (Yeah)
Bloodbath on a n***a and the b*t*h is bloody mary (Yeah)
F**k 'em all, we send 'em all to the cemetery (Yeah)
F**k all my opps
All y'all can die
Join the rest of 'em who dead
We gettin' rich, yeah (No cap)
My mama say she want a Maybach, gotta put her in it
We on the block, we standin' out, these n***as, no, they ain't spinnin'
The gang gang independent (Gang, gang)
And plus, we really winnin', n***as just d**k-lickin'
Got your b*t*h in my mentions, she really want attention
I told her pay attention, b*t*h, how much is you givin'?
I get racks out her purse (Yeah), and the rest out her t**ties (The rest of)
I be breakin' b*t*hes, really be breakin' b*t*hes
You gotta give me your bankroll, b*t*h, if you want extensions (On God)
And all my clips extended (Clips), these n***as want me ended (Finished)
Well, b*t*h, I'm just gettin' started, b*t*h, I'm nowhere finished (Nowhere)
And the Paper Route Illuminati, I stand on that business (I stand on it, yeah)
I stand on this sh*t, for real, n***a (I swear to God)
I'm talkin' 'bout all the way (All the way)
Yeah, uh, one more time (Uh)
N***as hate to see me on my grind, now I shine (Yeah)
B*t*hes wanna see these VVS', now they blind (Uh)
Big baguettes up in my Rollie, yeah, expensive time (Yeah)
Count big racks up in the Maybach, yeah, while I recline (Yeah)
Mama say, "You got a talent," got rich off of rhymin' (Uh)
Run some b*t*h, keep callin' my phone, know I'm finna decline it (Yeah)
Major labels callin' my phone, know I'm finna decline it (Yeah)
N***as, they really be hidin', no, they really not slidin' (Uh)
Chop cut 'em half, divide 'em, uh, young n***a high as a pilot (Yeah)
Brand new whip, no mileage, yeah, f**k your b*t*h 'til she got mileage (Yeah)
I was down bad, f**ked up in the hood, real lost, then I found me some guidance (Then I found some guidance, yeah)
