Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meekz
Meekz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Mikabidi
David Mikabidi
Songwriter
Mico Howles
Mico Howles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MIKA
MIKA
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Shout out MIKA, my bruh)
[Verse 1]
Can't stop, won't stop
Free to hit a social up
Do it for the whole mob
Body shot, dome shot (Baow)
Sticky if it goes off
Tryna blow your nose off
Hella trips to make the phone pop
Yayo coming so soft
[Verse 2]
Can't stop, won't stop
Flying, better blow cops
Fought my old opps, I get it popping in the clothes shop
Every couple week I get the phone gone, road's hot
Need to hose off
Smoke Cali getting blowjobs
I need a whole box for my own spot
Remember waiting for the drone drop
Can't stop, won't stop
Send my young'uns to the old spot
Studio, the phone's off
I gotta treat it like the coke spot
Smoking on mimosa
200k with no promoter
Can't blow me over
[Verse 3]
Packs flipping over, whipping soda
Ask your older
Licks hit with a Jack Revolver
Give her back the toaster
Have to ghost you flipping joker
Must be sniffing coca
Clock's ticking over, packs ticking over
Got her doing yoga, told her hold the super soaker
If I get wrapped with this wap then it's movie over (Movie done)
[Verse 4]
Can't stop, won't stop
'Less they like me like the grow shop
'Member times when I had no guap
But you'll never make my soul stop
Energies are so strong
'Member waiting so long
Times it's best to prolong
Sitting in my cell, hiding zancos in roll-ons
I bet I make 'em hear it like an old song (Feel it like an old song)
[Verse 5]
Can't rest, can't rest, won't rest
Believing in the process
Every day's a progress
Slow steps, I need my own clothes next
I really need a grown check
Funny **** gassed off a Rolex
Stacking for a home? You need to go bed
My young hitter getting active off a moped
They ain't new to cash
My young **** moving mad
Pop you for a Louis bag
All he ever wanted was some Gucci rags
Putting moves to plan
Put in two .45's before we move to traps
Now everybody shooting straps
Well, where the shootings at?
Don't get too attached
Roads'll have you doing laps
Getting dots till I drop
Turned me so rotten
I can feel my soul rotting
Grew around fiends with no teeth but I'm dough getting
Bally on me, hoe getting, dough making
Probably snake your own bredren for some road-readys
So hellish, so reckless
Hit the studio with no effort, kill the whole session
Written by: MIKA, Meekz
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