Can’t Stop

Huh?

Naw, for real

(MIA JAY C)

1 a.m. LA time

Huh?

Niggas always wanna ride at the end

If you ain't down with me, you cannot be my mans

If you spin and that nigga still alive, go again

I'll spin a nigga bend, you can see it in my grin

I'm a seven-figure nigga, now I'm tryna make it ten

Gotta stay away from niggas that don't wanna see you win

Bitches love fuckin' on me, I ain't stingy, I'll spend

Niggas always tough as hell 'til we put 'em in that blend

Everybody really on that 'til a nigga end up dead

Everybody ride with you 'til you get hit in your head

Got some niggas ridin' with me I know spinnin' every time

If a nigga play with me, they know I'm spendin' every dime

Ever since that one shit happened, I got murder on my mind

Labels say they got some M's for me, I just gotta sign

Nigga, all my bitches fine

Nigga, all my whips foreign, look like I should go to prom

Sling the AK out the window, man, this bitch sound like a bomb

Got a whole lot of money, but, yeah, I ain't got no time

I was gettin' money when my favorite rapper was Delon

She don't really know me, but she keep on callin' me Trevon (Huh?)

I can't believe I got rich friends

I'm franchise now, used to be the sixth man (Huh?)

These niggas tryna take me under like some quicksand

Man, the 'bows got me ballin' like the Pistons

I'm givin' free game, you just gotta listen (Huh?)

All this money got my mind blown

It's gon' be so many niggas dead before mine gone

Coach Skilla send a blitz from a different time zone

I'll never come outside again without my pole

Slap a drum on the FN, nigga, let's rock roll

Real hoodrat, a nigga still'll get socked on

Come on, all this violence got my head hurtin'

Spin a nigga block 'til I'm tired of my mans lurkin'

Swing the chop like Osama, I don't wear turbans

She say she don't think I got no feelings, but I swear I'm hurtin'

It's so hard to be a young nigga

It's so hard to stay out my feelings

It's so hard for me to stop spinning

No Percs, still a super gremlin

It's so hard to be a young nigga

When you comin' from the Murder Mitten

I was raised around all killers

It's so hard for us to stop killing

Gettin' money, fuck bad bitches

Fuck hoes, mind my business

We gon' ride, we ain't stealin'

You either criminal or a witness (Huh? Huh? Huh?)