Kodak Black, King Combs - Can’t Stop Won’t Stop lyrics

(Rippa on the beat, bitch)
Can't stop, won't stop, nigga (yeah)
Can't stop, won't stop, never stop
Can't stop, won't stop, never

Can't stop, won't stop, Bad Boy
Always upgradin' from my last whore
I done fucked on Risha, Keisha and Joy
And I ain't trippin' if you dippin', enjoy
I was locked twenty-three and one
Now I ball like 23, and one
Sniper Gang, I'm always playin' manhunt
I'm the one who killed
Lil' Foolie and what?

Still got the fire in my
Eyes but I changed though
Suck my dick, bitch
I'm too rich to drive a Range Rover
Lil' Haiti baby
I remember stealin' mangoes
How my side bitch fuck better
Than my main ho? (Woo)
How my side bitch fuck better
Than my main bitch?
Every nigga say it's smoke
They get extinguished

I just talk that Guapanese, it's my language
(Woo)
I just put some Cartiers on my main bitch
(Fuck)
I just put some Valentino on my main ho
(My main ho)
Bad Boy chain bussin' like the rainbow
(Bussin')
I'm off Yak, I'm with Yak in the Lambo
(Yak) yellin' out the window, "Money
Ain't a thing, ho"
Yeah, uh we outside again
Couple goons with me, we ain't hidin' in
Brand new Cullinan
That's what we slidin' in (Uh)
Bad lil' bitch, I Prada her
That pussy good, she proud of it
(Proud of it)
I can't fall in love 'cause that
Money be my bottom bitch
But she still suck it and then she swallow it
(yeah, yeah)
All these niggas steady hating 'cause
More money be more problems
We gon' let these niggas talkin'
We gon' silence it king

Can't stop, won't stop, Bad Boy
Always upgradin' from my last whore
I done fucked on Risha, Keisha and Joy
And I ain't trippin' if you dippin', enjoy
I was locked twenty-three and one
Now I ball like 23, and one
Sniper Gang, I'm always playin' manhunt
I'm the one who killed
Lil' Foolie and what?

It might look light but it's
Heavy like my Jesus
Might rock a throwback like I'm
Fab with the chipped tooth
Fuck with me, baby
I got DeLeón and blunts too
She text me, "Where you at?"
I sent the addy, come through
Now she in love with me 'cause
She ain't used to luxury
Why would I hate on you?
I do my thing comfortably
I'm not the one, I'm not
The two, you know it, c3
She brushin' up my ways, talking 'bout
She need me (O oh)

Can't stop, won't stop, Bad Boy
Always upgradin' from my last whore
I done fucked on Risha, Keisha and Joy
And I ain't trippin' if you dippin, enjoy
I was locked twenty-three and one
Now I ball like 23, and one
Sniper Gang, I'm always playin' manhunt
I'm the one who killed
Lil' Foolie and what? As we proceed
To give you what you need kodak
King Combs bad Boy