Thought I Was Gonna Stop (feat. Lil Wayne)

While y'all was on Clubhouse, I was in the dugout

Waiting to get up to bat and knock a home run out

Noriega thugged out, walking with my snub out

No serial numbers on the side, they was rubbed out

I'll give you a blood bath, then I'll let the blood out

Pull the stopper out of the bottom and drain the tub out

Know my way through any hood, **** what you talkin' 'bout?

You follow the GPS, I just take the thug route

Eighteen years, can't wait 'til they let my cuz out

Couldn't believe it when the words came out the judge mouth

Had to use candles 'cause we blew the lightbulbs out

Sleeping on a bum couch, I live in a drug house

He said I ain't like that, man, that **** bugged out

Like what? ****, I'll shoot your fuckin' mug out

Mama said, "Pull your pants up," I got cussed out

Used to wear my sneakers like Jordan with the tongue out

Thought I was gon' stop? I'm offin' 'em off top

I'm the talk of New York, I walk with the hawk and the four cocked

Make all of 'em call cops, they frozen, they broads stop

This shit doggin', make sure when I let it off, it's a sure shot

Heard his crib is like Fort Knox, who said I was gon' knock?

Using force on the door, dog, I'ma give him a bald spot

I'm slaughtering all opps, I'm ordering more Glocks

Like Optimus in his prime, I'm strong as an Autobot, ha

While y'all been on TikTok, I been on B.I.G., Pac

Big Glock, it's Alfred Hitchcock, get your kid rocked

Silk shock a **** like P brother, tree lover

Fell in love with a bitch, my bitch just told me she love her

We run it, been running this shit, I can't feel my legs

Your brother got them birds, have my **** come and steal his eggs

I be on a million meds, I can put your doctor on

Dana White diamonds on, stones look like a octagon

Can't stop, fuck you if you think not

The gun pop, the gun ring, you suck it like a Ring Pop

Had to do my thing, Pap, had to let the snub blap

Riding 'til the wheels fall off, no hub cap

All this mud in my cup and I don't need no mud flaps

I don't need no hug, dap, I don't need no rug rats

So she gon' have to chug that

I'm like Tom Brady, still ballin' where the Bucs at

Young Money, young man, YM