Stop Me lyrics

Yea... Hahaha...
They ain't want me to uh...
They ain't want me to make it this far homie...
Them n*ggas dont give a f*ck homie
They just follow every move cuz they know a n*gga doin it, you feel me?
IKON n*gga...
Ay..

[Verse 1]
Baking soda whippin, had the yola in my kitchen
These n*ggas in the mafia, I'm rolling with my henchmen
You busta ass n*ggas probably hope you catch me slippin
But little that he knew I bought the home that he's up livin
b*tch I've BEEN a gangsta, f*ck that 40 that you're sippin
You twisting up your fingers, but I KNOW that you ain't wit it
I murder a n*gga then but him inside of boat and then we ship it
Leave him in the pacific, ocean to be specific
Ghost town killas on that suit and tie sh*t
Lookin like yakuza with the uzi watch this
All you other n*ggas homie you are NOT sh*t
Commit suicide quick or I'm using chop sticks
You focused on my name but I was movin my sh*t
Dumped it into music started doin my sh*t
Dirty money clean, n*gga who could stop this?
Sell a couple thousand units like moving my bricks
Started up north, word of mouth, couple zones
Started touchin runners put your mouth on the chrome
Clap a couple n*ggas then we bounce from your home
Then my OGs from the south put me on
Spit it hella wicked for the route I was on
I'm wicked as a chemist get my alchemist on
A couple new n*ggas came around, now they gone
But I'm-a-leave a n*gga leakin like a fountain was on
Killa Rel a maniac, Look at where they made me at
pus*y n*ggas hatin on me, Softer than some baby fat
I know where your lady at, Where she keep the baby at
n*ggas they DONT want it, make a n*gga spray the mac
West coast put me on, so I made it back
I'm just trying trying to real n*ggas like X rated back
f*ck a n*gga hatin on the brain get your brain detached
Rep it for the west and for the muthaf*cking braniacs
Hol' up...
[Chorus]
Now tell me who can stop me (x4)

I know a lot of n*ggas out here that here think that they rappers
But i dont hear a single f*cking thing from you rappers (x3)

I know a lot of n*ggas out here that here think that they rappers
IKON stand for I'm King Of Nebraska

[Verse 2]
Yall n*ggas sweater than custard
f*ck, cuz I touch more sh*t than a plunger, buster
n*ggas just loud like a busted muffler
Treat that b*tch body like lumber, I wonder
2 tecs. cevlar, and other thumpers
USSR im Rushing mothers
I could give a f*ck about the n*ggas who just wanted beef
I'm lookin at your hood like "23? You ain't ONE of me"
Wonder why hoes hate cuz I'm so brain
Wolfin all that G sh*t till I throw flame
Cook em and I cut em just like cocaine
I bet your baby mama know Iso name
Tell them Babylon "No, I dont bang"
Im runnin through the city in an Iso Range
I'm probably in a bucket though, I'm so strange
But I keep a big llama with an iso range
I don't even listen to these local rappers
Truthfully, I forgot what local rap is
Yall ain't getting guap off them shows and thats it
A bunch of broke n*ggas spittin flow for rappers
Rap chose me, yall chose this rap sh*t
The trap chose me, yall chose to rap it
Yall n*ggas hoe exposed the ratchets
The gat go squeeze - yall close ya' caskets
I ain't about to check for these bogus n*ggas
Can't see em.. yall ever seen bogus n*ggas?
Ni*gas sweet like swishers I'll smoke them n*ggas
I'll be so stuck up like posters n*gga
I'm better than I've ever been, You messin with a veteran
Brainsick n*gga, yup ain't no medicine
Sleep on the kid Now overdose on some sedatives
Yall ni*gas can't even f*ck with my '07 sh*t n*gga... hol' up...
[Chorus]
Now tell me who can stop me (x4)

I know a lot of n*ggas out here that here think that they rappers
But i dont hear a single f*cking thing from you rappers (x3)

I know a lot of n*ggas out here that here think that they rappers
IKON stand for I'm King Of Nebraska