JID - Stop&Go lyrics
JID [Destin Choice Route] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
[JID - Stop&Go lyrics]
This is my shit, uh uh, this is my real shit
Grade A, grade A, grade A, grade A
This is my shit welcome to my building
This is my shit, uh this is my shit, aye
JI motherfucking D motherfucking D
This is my shit straight up
East Atlanta check it, uh
This is my shit, uh, point blank, period
I’m sitting here in this spliff
As I’m sipping on some syrup (Uh)
This is my shit, uh, point blank, period
This is my shit, uh, point blank, period
I’m sitting here in this spliff
As I’m sipping on some syrup
That means Ciroc, I speak kind of different
You understand my flow
So that’s of my spirit
This is my shit, point blank, period
I’m sitting here in this spliff
As I’m sipping on some syrup
That means Ciroc, I speak kind of different
You understand my flow
So that’s of my spirit
God knows, fear it, relax just hear it
Savagely in check, the track like I fear it
No one finna like me and
J because I different
Throw a "A" before the "I" and now I feel it
Ha, I'm silly, nah, I'm serious
My wrist is a crime, I should be arrested
By a chain out the crib
I'm such a damn statistic
My broker and my pen is looking
At me like I'm ignant
Uh, that means ignorant
She call, I ignore it
She wonder how I'm doing like the
Bitch up out of Norbit
I always been a winner, never had to forfeit
The flow comes natural
I never hit the course
Ha, and I get flow like the Nile
Driving it out like the hotel in Dubai
Hoes want to fuck me
I bring them to my house till
I throw ones like a stripper
Till they strip out there Aeropostale
Roll up the Mary
Mary it's the new G on the rosta
No dreads in my head, Jack Swayne the barber
Jack Swain producer, REO is the DJ
And every song that we make, we pon de replay
It's money over every bitch
And everything that we say
You not talking cash, no hable the ingles
Your cellphone is prepaid
I never seen green Jays
Nigga you are fake, born as a mistake, uh
Hold on nigga, wait, uh
Let me get my shit right I'm
Bout to get it right back
Yeah, JID, the flow never stop nigga
I got bars for days yeah, I got shit, uh
Yeah, uh
Check it, you know you got to hit
When the besties involved
It's so close, pay attention
It's a lesson involved
And I speak some cash shit
No recession involved
And I'm raw, roll deep like a Mexican dog
I'm usually too lax in money
So just send me a dog
I'm with a redbone bitch
I'm caressing her bra
She get wet, creak, it's sick
As I ride in my car she give me mouth, lip
Stick, on my testicles, balls
I be on some other shit
I ain't messing wit y'all
I was in some fresh shit
No refreshing it dog money over every bitch
It's a message and law
So admit, I'm on my shit
Don't you step in it (aw)
Fuck haha