Mac Miller, Yung Brody - Nothing Can Stop Me lyrics
[Mac Miller, Yung Brody - Nothing Can Stop Me lyrics]
I don't think they stoppin' us right now
(Uh) , haha
Uh, nothin' can stop me, I'm way too cocky
(What?)
Turn you into chopped meat, in hockey
I'm Crosby (What?)
Sidney: All of y'all ain't fuckin'
Wit' me when I'm rackin'
'Cause you're, you Alex Ovechkin, haha
And I'm all sorts of nice
You the type to get strangled
By a cordless mic (Haha)
You think you buzzin', I ignore your hype
Freestylin' 'cause your ass can't
Afford to write
And me, well, I do boast, but I'm too dope
Your whole crew chokes 'cause they
Know I chew most (Most)
Blue smoke and it's rolled in a cigar
Your girl wanna let me hit 'cause
She know that I'm a star
You wack and can't spit, trapped in sandpit's
You scruffy as a mutt
Rockin' hats with dandruff, ha
I rolled a whole zip, blow it in the air
(Air)
I spit cancer, now you losin' all your hair
(Hair)
I stand strong, nothin' gon' stop me
We got the verses, Big Jerm got the hot beat
We gon' blow, 'bout to let it go (Ayo, Brody)
You need to let 'em know
I stand strong, nothin' gon' stop me
We got the verses, Big Jerm got the hot beat
We gon' blow, 'bout to let it go (Ayo, Mac)
You need to let 'em know (Listen, I said)
Cops tryna knock me, no one can stop me
Niggas look a little sloppy
I'm swingin' like Rocky
Strapped like an armed robbery, I'm robbin'
I'm arrogant, athlete
Ride bitches like jockeys
Yeah, I'm quicker than fast
Gettin' rid of this cash
Chopper in my hand just to
Split your fitted in half
I'm hungover, bent, plus a hundred percent
Nice Catholic boy
So I cooked your mother for lent
Rich nigga shit, yeah
Like I'm listenin' to Gucci
Pop three shells
Leave 'em fizzin' like a roofie
Man I'm just a and I'm comin' through next
Pushin' numbers like 1-800-COLLECT (Yes) yah
I stand strong, nothin' gon' stop me
We got the verses, Big Jerm got the hot beat
We gon' blow, 'bout to let it go (Ayo, Brody)
You need to let 'em know
I stand strong, nothin' gon' stop me
We got the verses, Big Jerm got the hot beat
We gon' blow, 'bout to let it go (Ayo, Mac)
You need to let 'em know