Don't Stop (feat. Young Dolph)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh

(We Got All The Beef, yeah, yeah)

This shit so hard

Ay, this shit hard as a motherfucker

Fizzle, what's up, ****?

Hey, hey

Hold up, wait, Paper Route frank (it's Dolph)

Just pulled up at the Paper Route bank (stash house)

Paper Route, championship ring

Who? Me? Yeah, I'm out of your range (ah)

I'm a gangsta, bought a G-Wagon, not a Range (uh-huh)

That girl brain, insane (yeah)

Your homeboy, too lame (damn)

Hundred bands, ain't nothing but a new chain

Tell me another **** do it like him, give a fuck like him, ran it up like him

**** look like him, he a crook like him

Lamb shook like him, fuck it up like him

Nah, ****, we don't love sluts like film stars

Start snitching to get out the handcuffs like them

I can't fuck with you if you fucking with them

Sorry, damn

Damn boy, you just don't stop (okay)

If it ain't a new watch, it's a new drop

If it ain't a new drop, it's a new bitch (hol' up)

If it ain't a new bitch, it's new lick

Bitches in the 488 too lit

Blunt so big, use it for a pool stick (yeah)

She too thick (yeah), no toothpick (yeah)

Gotta start a dice game at Ruth Chris

Don't stop (never), don't stop (never)

Don't stop (never), don't stop (never)

Don't stop (never), don't stop (never)

Don't stop (never), don't stop (never)

Don't stop (never), don't stop (never)

Don't stop (never), don't stop (never)

Don't stop (never), don't stop (never)

Don't stop (never), don't stop (never)

Pull up in a V8, no shirt

Big pump, big racks and a Glock .40

Hood **** say he don't know me

Ask an OG, been wrecking shit since I started walking

Shoot him on sight, no talking (face shot)

30 in the clip, no pocket

Hood **** high stay coughing (too hot)

He don't want problems, keep quiet

We don't give a fuck, crack him then hit him up

In the club, throwing signs with my fingers up

Three hos in the room and they finna fuck

Put dick in her mouth and the ho sure suck it

I scream out love, but I really be pluckin'

Tell all my bitches a whole lotta nothing

If you have your ho **** you lucky

Me and the gang pass these hos like it's Rugby

Bitch, I'ma hot steamer, Crock pot

Whole hundred rounds, let the 'K pop

Say you trapping, I hope not

One false move, **** get shot

Young rich **** got a whole lot

Hangin' out the auto with two thots

Hit her from the back with ooh-ah

And she like, "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop"

Don't stop (never), don't stop (never)

Don't stop (never), don't stop (never)

Don't stop (never), don't stop (never)

Don't stop (never), don't stop (never)

Don't stop (never), don't stop (never)

Don't stop (never), don't stop (never)

Don't stop (never), don't stop (never)

Don't stop (never), don't stop (never)

Fizzle!