Stop It lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy-ayy, ziplocker)
(highroller, know that I'm blessed)
(DMT)

[Chorus]
I know these n*ggas fronting, stop it
You lil' n*ggas gotta clock in
Okay, we the n*ggas who gon' pop sh*t
You know I be with some n*ggas who locked in
And that n*gga sad, he don't have no options
Crash, n*gga, I can't stop this
Bag, n*gga, go and hop in
We the n*ggas having options
And I told all you n*ggas to watch this
And I been on, you n*ggas was watching
And you know I been up, you n*ggas can't stop this
And I been in the studio, hit, locked in
And you know we playing with sticks, pop sh*t
You know that his mans hit, pop sh*t
Man down, pop sh*t
We not doing the handouts, stop it

[Verse]
We the n*ggas having options
You n*ggas not having bags, stop this
You know I get me some cash
And you know this sh*t coming fast
f*ck it, I'm playing with tags
f*ck it, I don't need a mask
And you Twitter b*tches really trash
None of you n*ggas is on this
I hit that boy with a hitstick
n*gga, I'm rocking that Christian
These n*ggas be throwing hiss fits
These n*ggas act like some b*tches
You know these hoes listen
You know these hoes on di*k
She know I keep that sh*t loaded
Push up on you, you not on this
These n*ggas hoes, sad
You know I'm outside
[?]
Know they tryna take my focus
Ain't never [?] my sh*t
n*ggas know that I still go in
n*ggas really be some trolls, sad
n*ggas switching on they bros, bad
You know that I ride with a pole, sad
And you know this hammer gon' blow
I push up on that ho, she touching her toes
[?]
Put a barrel to that lil' n*gga nose
Hellcat [?]
I don't f*ck with you n*ggas, you like being poor
[Chorus]
I know these n*ggas fronting, stop it
You lil' n*ggas gotta clock in
Okay, we the n*ggas who gon' pop sh*t
You know I be with some n*ggas who locked in
And that n*gga sad, he don't have no options
Crash, n*gga, I can't stop this
Bag, n*gga, go and hop in
We the n*ggas having options
And I told all you n*ggas to watch this
And I been on, you n*ggas was watching
And you know I been up, you n*ggas can't stop this
And I been in the studio, hit, locked in
And you know we playing with sticks, pop sh*t
You know that his mans hit, pop sh*t
Man down, pop sh*t
We not doing the handouts, stop it