Stop Sign

[Intro: Blac Youngsta]

Yeah, I don't give a fuck about no opp dying

You better have yours 'cause I got mines

Pussy niggas, they want to stop mines

I'm from Memphis where they kill you at the stop sign

Nigga, I ain't lying

[Verse 1: Blac Youngsta & Pooh Shiesty]

Fucking with the gang, it's a shootout (Gang, gang)

Nigga, we don't give a fuck who out (Gang)

I done tough talked but I cooled out (Brr)

I fuck on that lil' bitch with my two out (Gang, gang)

I can't lie again, I can't tell on my friend

They asking, you told what you knew 'bout? (Fuck, nigga)

I charged my F&N, hope it blow again

I'm the first one to shoot in a shootout (Blrrrd)

The opps catch your dawg, what you do 'bout it? (Do 'bout it)

Pussy-ass, nigga, you ain't shoot 'bout it (Shoot 'bout it)

Them niggas killed my dawg, bullets all good

The next day we was out the re-route (Brr)

When I'm in the hotel room, thеy gon' do lobbies

Too important, we talking money, I got shoе boxes

Bet my brother I'd catch them niggas 'cause he knew 'bout it

Could have got nine years, yeah, but he got two bodies (Gang, gang)

I said

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta & Pooh Shiesty]

Reach for my chains, you gon' die today (Right away)

Could have had the opps but they got away (Got away)

Let him get insured, get my driver, wait (Try wait)

My opps sent your ass from outer space (Pfoom)

I don't tell lies, I got my own style

I don't fuck with fuck niggas, by the way (By the way)

Don't you be surprised if I up my fire

I don't even trust niggas, by the way (Blrrrd)

[Verse 3: Pooh Shiesty & Blac Youngsta]

I ain't never panic in a shootout (Shootout)

We gon' find out where he been, make him move out

I'm tryna park ten hellcats in my new house

A number of perc thirties in the trap, this a blue house (Ayy)

Can't never go out sad, sixty in this MAC

I shot the pen 'til it blew out (Blew out)

Sending 7.62s out the sunroof

We hit his block in a new Audi

Always smoking these opps, got it too cloudy

Get 'em whacked, take a flight 'fore they knew 'bout it

My lil' niggas love me, they gon' shoot 'bout me

They might pull out, shoot you out a Bugatti

I'm living everyday like I might die tomorrow

This one nigga ran, but he went that far

Taking pussy rappers out they double Rs

It's two millionaires in this stolen car (Blrrrd)

[Verse 4: BIG30]

Ten-thousand on guns, nigga, who runnin'?

Said we doing too much, nigga, do something

Finger fucking a Drac' 'til he's through cumming

And a nigga better not move the cars 'til I'm through dumping

Try me like a bitch, nigga, you gon' die today

This a Glock .19 with a thirty-round clip

And an automatic switch on it, by the way

'Set tripping on a Vine, got to have a trait

I be toting my AR, my Dracs, it be trippin'

Like, "Damn, you forgot that you got a K"

I ain't forget, I'm just sliding with this .308

Ain't no beefing for weeks, it's a DOA

If you thinking it's sweet, better go think again

'Cause I'm playing it cool and you getting baked

And we playing for keeps, put it in a safe

Ain't no playing with me 'cause we press play

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta, Pooh Shiesty & BIG30]

New Rolex I took from the jeweller

These new Cuban Linx for my shooter

Ten stacks for a body, he do you

No runman, he knock out your noodles

New Rolex I took from the jeweller

These new Cuban Linx for my shooter

Ten stacks for a body, he do you