Brwnworld, DreadChapo - Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop lyrics
[Brwnworld, DreadChapo - Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop lyrics]
Can’t stop, won’t stop pocket full of money
Riding on my wave
And I can't stop, won’t stop
Smoking on that God pack flying to the bag
I'on got no jet lag i’m tryna be great
Why you hating with your bitch ass
All 'bout that action
I'on believe that chit-chat
My skin intimidating
Melanin make them so mad
I gotta work harder just because
My skin black
But you know I can’t stop won’t stop
Hold up wait a minute
Y’all thought I was finished?
Smoking on these cookies
'til a nigga incoherent
They tryna stop the wave and get
Washed up in the vectors
These niggas act like pimples
Poppin' under pressure
Feeling like T-Mac way back in '03
I ain’t on no bullshit, that was the old me
Doing what I want fuck
What you think 'bout me
At the end of the day, only God can judge me
Ayy
Smoking on that pack, rolling off a molly
Flyin' to the stack, if you get left
No I’m not sorry
Should’ve stop playin' games
You didn’t know I been ballin'
Aura got me shinin', Aura got you squinting
Cookies me reekin'
Locked up like San Quentin
Bitch I’m never quitting
Guaranteed I’m winnin'
Balling I’m like Pippen, Chapo never simpin'
Bitch I'm too wavy, you wonder how I get it
Can’t stop, won’t stop pocket full of money
Riding on my wave
And I can't stop, won’t stop
Smoking on that God pack flying to the bag
I'on got no jet lag i’m tryna be great
Why you hating with your bitch ass
All 'bout that action
I'on believe that chit-chat
My skin intimidating
Melanin make them so mad
I gotta work harder just because
My skin black
But you know I can’t stop won’t stop
You know who it is
Bitch It’s the Wavy Wonder
Smoking on that loud
Make you wake up out your slumber
Bitch I’m from la everyday, we in the summer
Bitch I’m from LA
My pack loud like some thunder
Hypland with the forces
Bitches askin' for my number
Dreads long hang time, like Vince Carter
Jumping over competition
I don’t care if you taller
I ain’t holding back, I’ll rather
Die as a martyr, ayy!
I’m thinking of a master plan, 'cause ain’t
Nothin' but sweat in my hands, yeah yeah
Clutch time clock finna hit triple zip
So I need know if you really with the shit's
Taking what I get ain’t too
Much dip on my chip
I need to be paid in full
Bitch I want all of it
My pockets hungry and they need to get fed
I’m workin' to be great even when I’m dead
I put that on my dreads
Riding on my wave
And I can't stop, won’t stop
Smoking on that God pack flying to the bag
I'on got no jet lag i’m tryna be great
Why you hating with your bitch ass
All 'bout that action
I'on believe that chit-chat
My skin intimidating
Melanin make them so mad
I gotta work harder just because
My skin black
But you know I can’t stop won’t stop
Hold up wait a minute
Y’all thought I was finished?
Smoking on these cookies
'til a nigga incoherent
They tryna stop the wave and get
Washed up in the vectors
These niggas act like pimples
Poppin' under pressure
Feeling like T-Mac way back in '03
I ain’t on no bullshit, that was the old me
Doing what I want fuck
What you think 'bout me
At the end of the day, only God can judge me
Ayy
Smoking on that pack, rolling off a molly
Flyin' to the stack, if you get left
No I’m not sorry
Should’ve stop playin' games
You didn’t know I been ballin'
Aura got me shinin', Aura got you squinting
Cookies me reekin'
Locked up like San Quentin
Bitch I’m never quitting
Guaranteed I’m winnin'
Balling I’m like Pippen, Chapo never simpin'
Bitch I'm too wavy, you wonder how I get it
Can’t stop, won’t stop pocket full of money
Riding on my wave
And I can't stop, won’t stop
Smoking on that God pack flying to the bag
I'on got no jet lag i’m tryna be great
Why you hating with your bitch ass
All 'bout that action
I'on believe that chit-chat
My skin intimidating
Melanin make them so mad
I gotta work harder just because
My skin black
But you know I can’t stop won’t stop
You know who it is
Bitch It’s the Wavy Wonder
Smoking on that loud
Make you wake up out your slumber
Bitch I’m from la everyday, we in the summer
Bitch I’m from LA
My pack loud like some thunder
Hypland with the forces
Bitches askin' for my number
Dreads long hang time, like Vince Carter
Jumping over competition
I don’t care if you taller
I ain’t holding back, I’ll rather
Die as a martyr, ayy!
I’m thinking of a master plan, 'cause ain’t
Nothin' but sweat in my hands, yeah yeah
Clutch time clock finna hit triple zip
So I need know if you really with the shit's
Taking what I get ain’t too
Much dip on my chip
I need to be paid in full
Bitch I want all of it
My pockets hungry and they need to get fed
I’m workin' to be great even when I’m dead
I put that on my dreads