Big Scarr - Don’t Stop lyrics
Alexander Woods
[Big Scarr - Don’t Stop lyrics]
(Tahj Money) yep
Frozone mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Uh, yep
Uh, yep
Shows coming in but the P's don't stop
(P's don't stop)
Put it in my nine, Ray Charles on the Glock
(On the Glock)
Big micro, put a nigga in the box
(Put him on box) designer track runners
Double G's on my socks (On my socks)
Uh, nigga, we ain't ducking no smoke
(No, no) , only time we running when
The narcs hit the spot (yeah, the narcs)
Uh, I'm really thugging in the streets
Only time I'm on the porch is
When the box finna drop
Crybaby, snotty nose, boogers in the watch
(Boogers in the watch)
Psychic vision, had a dream 'bout the guap
(Dream 'bout the guap) decapitate a nigga
Leave his brains in one spot
(Brains in one spot)
Contaminate a Glock with fresh
Blood from a opp (yeah, a opp)
Nigga, we ain't squashing no beef
(No, no) , spin again and again 'til
Somebody else dropped (Gotta drop)
You would have been dead but
You working with the cops
(Working with the cops)
Uh (What?) yep (Yep)
Seventy-five shooters on point like a sniper
(Shooters on go)
Fuck a Hellcat, pulled up in the Viper (Yoom)
Shitbag a nigga, now you gotta wear a diaper
Christian Loub' shoes
Bleed red like a psycho (Drip)
Hell nah, I don't want the P through
The mail, hit the road, yeah
I still overnight 'em (No ship)
We ain't saving hoes, yeah
We only one-night 'em (yeah)
I just wanna fuck you and hold down
Hold the title (Hold the title)
Thirty thousand in my jeans
Make my pants fit tighter
I'm the chosen one
Fit in line like the cycle
Stolen car with the dealer seal, no title
Free my dogs out the pen', I'm on the road
Still righting 'em (Yep)
Can't take me out, up north in New
York with the sticks and we screaming
"Fuck Rikers" (Yep)
Ride with them choppers like bikers
(Like bikers)
Shoot shit up, I feel bad for a fighter
(For a fighter)
Real street nigga, you a Facebook typer
(You a typer)
Playing with the gang, right or wrong
You in danger (Yep, yep)
Cool with clientele
I don't really serve strangers (Nope, nope)
Shooters on go, hell nah, can't tame 'em
(Brrt) smoke 'em with the wood, faceless
Can't name 'em (Can't name 'em)
I was down bad in the trap, I done came up
(I done came up) reach for the chain
Guarantee you'll get flamed up (Brrt, brrt)
Uh, yep
Shows coming in but the P's don't stop
(P's don't stop)
Put it in my nine, Ray Charles on the Glock
(Ray Charles on the Glock)
Big micro, put a nigga in the box
(Put him on box) designer track runners
Double G's on my socks (On my socks)
Uh, nigga, we ain't ducking no smoke
(No, no) , only time we running when the
Narcs hit the spot (From the narcs)
Uh, I'm really thugging in the streets
Only time I'm on the porch is
When the box finna drop (For the box)
Crybaby, snotty nose, boogers in the watch
(In the watch)
Psychic vision, had a dream 'bout the guap
(Dream 'bout the guap) decapitate a nigga
Leave his brains in one spot (One spot)
Contaminate a Glock with fresh
Blood from a opp (Yep, a opp)
Nigga, we ain't squashing no beef
Spin again and again 'til
Somebody else dropped (Gotta drop)
You would have been dead but
You working with the cops (With the cops)
Bitch-ass nigga yep
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm yep
Yep, yep, yep
Frozone mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Uh, yep
Uh, yep
Shows coming in but the P's don't stop
(P's don't stop)
Put it in my nine, Ray Charles on the Glock
(On the Glock)
Big micro, put a nigga in the box
(Put him on box) designer track runners
Double G's on my socks (On my socks)
Uh, nigga, we ain't ducking no smoke
(No, no) , only time we running when
The narcs hit the spot (yeah, the narcs)
Uh, I'm really thugging in the streets
Only time I'm on the porch is
When the box finna drop
Crybaby, snotty nose, boogers in the watch
(Boogers in the watch)
Psychic vision, had a dream 'bout the guap
(Dream 'bout the guap) decapitate a nigga
Leave his brains in one spot
(Brains in one spot)
Contaminate a Glock with fresh
Blood from a opp (yeah, a opp)
Nigga, we ain't squashing no beef
(No, no) , spin again and again 'til
Somebody else dropped (Gotta drop)
You would have been dead but
You working with the cops
(Working with the cops)
Uh (What?) yep (Yep)
Seventy-five shooters on point like a sniper
(Shooters on go)
Fuck a Hellcat, pulled up in the Viper (Yoom)
Shitbag a nigga, now you gotta wear a diaper
Christian Loub' shoes
Bleed red like a psycho (Drip)
Hell nah, I don't want the P through
The mail, hit the road, yeah
I still overnight 'em (No ship)
We ain't saving hoes, yeah
We only one-night 'em (yeah)
I just wanna fuck you and hold down
Hold the title (Hold the title)
Thirty thousand in my jeans
Make my pants fit tighter
I'm the chosen one
Fit in line like the cycle
Stolen car with the dealer seal, no title
Free my dogs out the pen', I'm on the road
Still righting 'em (Yep)
Can't take me out, up north in New
York with the sticks and we screaming
"Fuck Rikers" (Yep)
Ride with them choppers like bikers
(Like bikers)
Shoot shit up, I feel bad for a fighter
(For a fighter)
Real street nigga, you a Facebook typer
(You a typer)
Playing with the gang, right or wrong
You in danger (Yep, yep)
Cool with clientele
I don't really serve strangers (Nope, nope)
Shooters on go, hell nah, can't tame 'em
(Brrt) smoke 'em with the wood, faceless
Can't name 'em (Can't name 'em)
I was down bad in the trap, I done came up
(I done came up) reach for the chain
Guarantee you'll get flamed up (Brrt, brrt)
Uh, yep
Shows coming in but the P's don't stop
(P's don't stop)
Put it in my nine, Ray Charles on the Glock
(Ray Charles on the Glock)
Big micro, put a nigga in the box
(Put him on box) designer track runners
Double G's on my socks (On my socks)
Uh, nigga, we ain't ducking no smoke
(No, no) , only time we running when the
Narcs hit the spot (From the narcs)
Uh, I'm really thugging in the streets
Only time I'm on the porch is
When the box finna drop (For the box)
Crybaby, snotty nose, boogers in the watch
(In the watch)
Psychic vision, had a dream 'bout the guap
(Dream 'bout the guap) decapitate a nigga
Leave his brains in one spot (One spot)
Contaminate a Glock with fresh
Blood from a opp (Yep, a opp)
Nigga, we ain't squashing no beef
Spin again and again 'til
Somebody else dropped (Gotta drop)
You would have been dead but
You working with the cops (With the cops)
Bitch-ass nigga yep
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm yep
Yep, yep, yep