Nonstop

[Hook] I don't ever pass the blunt This ain't no track meet My bitch got shotgun Put that nigga in the back seat They tryna be like me I think somebody hacked me Who talking rap beef? I killed them all by track three [Verse] They'll tell you dreaming ain't possible And start pinching you but not pitching in And I would tell you who the dopest is But the feds probably out listening Niggas money short as my attention span I don't see nobody, got a different lens Put the bait out and wait out They bite the flow I reel them in like fishermen I'm a green lover when it come to money But I burn trees like an arsonist Get my medication from the pharmacist You could leave that shake for the Parkinson's Need a blunt rolled with my butt rubbed From a young thug like Barter 6 Niggas act tough, get you fucked up Now I'm back riding to Tha Carter VI On Sunset swerving Hella deep, got 'em nervous Tease a nigga on purpose I can be pitching how I be curving Gotta head full of raps Might as well walk around with a turban Yo niggas like Lions on the Wiz And ain't nan one got courage All this gold on me I'm thinking I just hit the jackpot Stepping in Givenchy, feeling bitchy With my hat cocked 'Bout to tell yo nigga, get a grip He got the trap hot Tried to put him on the team He rather be a mascot Don't look back, we ahead of ya Middle fingers to the editors I'm a predator, what competitors? Wanna battle, gotta be better first Got my toes done, I'm still a road runner From the real estate, like a home hunter If a bitch try to call me out Then I'm knowing that she got the wrong number Got picked up in a Rolls Royce And the neighbors tried to call Ghostbusters Ran in my ex 'bout a week ago And I swear to God he was so busted Yo last video looked good But the song weak and it's no numbers How we finna heat up on bitches? I'm not here to fuck around and beat no summer (Let's get it) I don't get the hype that got you people all excited I'm a walking knot, make a nigga wanna tie it It's all about how you talk, might turn yo fan into a client Told them "Imma feed the streets" I know the real ain't gon deny it It's a party but it's private, you are not invited They say "since when you switched it up?" I say "I just decided" I really live this life Don't need nobody else to write it Niggas swearing that they fly I guess somebody shot the pilot Fuck a Benz, I need that Lambo Yeah, I got that ammo I promise niggas won't get cleared like a sample Made it to the hills When my niggas still in a Bando I'm so sick, I'm sipping Campbell's Hate to watch and flip the channel They say X will mark the spot I signed the line and got that treasure Finessed him out his plugs I put business over pleasure They tell me they opinions I don't listen, fuck a lecture I keep twenty on the dresser Know these bitches feel the pressure