Stop That lyrics

[Intro]
Burna
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Look cut that sh*t out
Cut it out

[Hook: Joey Cool]
Stop that, stop that, you ain't really 'bout that
Little n*gga, you ain't really got that
Go on 'head, tell 'em why you upset
Stop that, right now
I don't want it either n*gga, quiet down
f*cking with the Swank, boy you might drown
I be in the cut with the lights down, with the light down

[Verse 1: Joey Cool]
I'm good, little Joey Cool, n*gga what's hood?
I been on the scene for a long time
Long resume, it should be understood
Don't nobody wanna put the work in
But they wanna feel entitled with the perks and
Then they pass it to the back of stage with the skirts
Still wouldn't know what to do with, take a bottle of Jergens and f*cking j*rk it
Wait for it, I don't think you want it with the Swank Lord
I be in your house like it's foreclosed
I don't think you want it with the bank boy
Money coming in, gotta make more
They don't give it to you, gotta take more
I done did some bad sh*t in my day
Beat a n*gga ass with a skateboard
Came a long way from the mixtapes
I be walkin' around like I'm 6'8"
'07, house party out in Pit State
'17, Red Rocks, n*gga sh*t's great
I remember meeting Tech at the Mixplate
Shoot, it was me, Zoo, Vi and Jay (B. Hood)
n*ggas talk about dudes, I done been paid
I guess I gotta give a cool little history
Oh you little sh*t-stains
[Hook: Joey Cool]
Stop that, stop that, you ain't really 'bout that
Little n*gga, you ain't really got that
Go on 'head, tell 'em why you upset
Stop that, right now
I don't want it either n*gga, quiet down
f*cking with the Swank, boy you might drown
I be in the cut with the lights down, with the light down
Stop that, stop that, you ain't really 'bout that
Little n*gga, you ain't really got that
Go on 'head, tell 'em why you upset
Stop that, right now
I don't want it either n*gga, quiet down
f*cking with the Swank, boy you might drown
I be in the cut with the lights down, with the light down

[Verse 2: Joey Cool]
Fun facts, I was like this in the nutsack
Mom said pops was a thug jack
Prolly why I bug is because that
Spaz on a n*gga type DNA
Blacked out in a club, I'ma be okay
Blacked out on the stage, I'ma be okay
And if you don't believe it, go back to the resume
Matter of fact, I did it yesterday
You don't want the phone
I know a n*gga with The Punisher up in the trunk
I know a n*gga with the chopper sitting on the couch
A couple n*ggas with a milli sittin' in the house
And I ain't bangin' but the n*ggas know I get respect
They give it back and I ain't even have to send 'em yet
See I been doing this for years, now I get a check
For every time I step up in somebody city and I take a motherf*cking breath
Look it n*gga, one two
It's Coolie baby with the crown, who the f*ck you?
Said I'ma be up in your town sh*t like come through
You ain't gon' come for n*gga down having fun boo (What?!)
[Bridge: Joey Cool]
Wait for it, I don't think you want it with the Swank Lord
I be in your house like it's foreclosed
I don't think you want it with the bank boy
What the f*ck you think boy?

[Hook: Joey Cool]
Stop that, stop that, you ain't really 'bout that
Little n*gga, you ain't really got that
Go on 'head, tell 'em why you upset
Stop that, right now
I don't want it either n*gga, quiet down
f*cking with the Swank, boy you might drown
I be in the cut with the lights down, with the light down
Stop that, stop that, you ain't really 'bout that
Little n*gga, you ain't really got that
Go on 'head, tell 'em why you upset
Stop that, right now
I don't want it either n*gga, quiet down
f*cking with the Swank, boy you might drown
I be in the cut with the lights down, with the light down

[Verse 3: King Iso]
Skrrt, stop that, pause on 'em like a fade with a bobcat
You a broad, put a fade where your bob at
Better weave when I charge her, dodge that
I done came a long way from them job apps
People like where your boss at? I'm that
Until you n*ggas hating on me 'cause where I'm at
n*gga I'm Bed, Bath, & Beyond that
n*gga where your mom at
Never could I be stuck in the hood so this is not trap
They been hating, talking about your fans are non-black
Calling them the enemy, they the reason I got racks
Talking to me, when I Call of Duty, are your ops black?
Get the f*ck out your feelings 'fore I pop caps
Like I opened a soda after I shook it, got that?
Don't be dragging it like the symbol of Mortal Kombat
Bumping fake n*ggas when they sign, contract
Killing the mic and I'm murderin' everything when I drop tracks
Your b*tch on my tour bus getting lifted like launch pads
You don't wanna smoke like a mini swisher, a dime bag
I'm a different n*gga, you can't compare me to contrast (my bad)
I figured I'm kickin' some wicked sh*t on this bomb track
Lick the wick on the bomb jack
Danielson when I handle 'em with the physical contact
I'm speakin' the vision, n*ggas can't see me like Pac tracks
Tell 'em Joey
[Hook: Joey Cool]
Stop that, stop that, you ain't really 'bout that
Little n*gga, you ain't really got that
Go on 'head, tell 'em why you upset
Stop that, right now
I don't want it either n*gga, quiet down
f*cking with the Swank, boy you might drown
I be in the cut with the lights down, with the light down
Stop that, stop that, you ain't really 'bout that
Little n*gga, you ain't really got that
Go on 'head, tell 'em why you upset
Stop that, right now
I don't want it either n*gga, quiet down
f*cking with the Swank, boy you might drown
I be in the cut with the lights down, with the light down