Can’t Be Stopped lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike]
(Enrgy made this one)
b*tch
You know what the f*ck goin' on, n*gga
Tee, what up? Gramz, what we doin', n*gga?
f*ck goin', yeah, free Rio

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Catch him flexing on my block, we gon' spray the whip
Whole team catching bodies, I got eight assists
Catch him lurkin' through his hood, we gon' plead the fifth
We ain't drinking on no pint, we gon' play the fifth
I got a bullet in my Glock with your name on it
b*tch talking crazy with the lips, so I came on it
Got a hundred rounds on this b*tch, ain't gotta aim on it
She couldn't make me nut from the head, we had a strange moment
Old-school all white like cocaine on it
I tell a mic' all my life like it's pain on it
Brodie wanna know how to come up, I put the game on him
A thousand rounds of 5.56 make it rain on him

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
I just drunk a pint of Don Juli', I got a hangovеr
I told this b*tch I ain't tryna f*ck, bring her brain over
f*ck the opps, I hopе this Draco make it rain on them
I just got fire-ass top from your main woman
She tried to charge me for the pus*y and I paid for it
That Rollie fit my wrist like it was made for it
If the opps try to hit the block, we got K's for them
Twenty-five hundred for a post, that's a paid story
n*ggas rentin' out they crib [?]
n*gga, f*ck Louis Vuitton, I just came Jordan
Since we talking 'bout that ice, I just came Jordan
I'm finna R.K.O. a n*gga like Randy Orton
[Verse 3: Baglife Tee]
I just left Golden Sun, I know you can't afford it
I'ma cop some Off-Whites, I don't f*ck with Jordans
No, I cannot rap for free, they be paying me for it
I'm finna take over the game, b*tch, I'm Randy Orton
If I had your b*tch in my room, then she got recorded
I don't wanna listen to your music 'cause your sh*t distorted
If I f*ck and don't call you back, b*tch, you not important
I just sold some Trish to a n*gga, he thought it was Morton
I just popped two 10s, now I'm feeling normal
Cartier skelly on my wrist when I'm feeling formal
My n*gga clutch a Gen5, I just thought I'd warn you
I could've killed dog the other night, but I played it cordial

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
Bro, I need another Perc', Scotty, beam me up
I just called a lil' freak and told her eat me up
I think I went to school for nothing, they ain't teach me sh*t
No, I cannot take you out, but you can eat this di*k
AP busting on my wrist look like a chandelier
When I pop, you n*ggas fizz like a can of beer
Missionary out the question, I'ma ram the rear
Told her close her eyes and make a wish, I make a band appear

[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
I was broke back then, I'm the man this year
f*ck around and drop 2023 RAM this year
You gotta be up at least a hundred just to stand in here
I'm looking for a b*tch to f*ck, bring a fan in here
Who the f*ck let that lil' b*tch jam band in here?
I heard you don't know how to f*ck your b*tch, you an amateur
You be giving freak b*tches money, you a hamateur
If I f*ck her off this liquor, I'ma damage her
[Verse 6: Baglife T]
My first time on the road, I hit a manager
[?] said she ain't had enough, I said, "Damage her"
Double back, then double backed again, I kept smacking her
I miss when I used to meet KTrip on Lavender
I keep this big b*tch with me like my name was Norbit
Flint n*ggas only talk sh*t, they say we need some orbit
This n*gga thought he bought a six, he ain't know I shorted
This Cartier came skeleton, cost a n*gga mortgage