Can’t Stop lyrics

Y'all
Y'all
Y'all
Y'all, y'all
Yeah, n*gga, it's your boy
We out here in the ghetto, man
We going deep in the hood right now, man
Man, f*ck the studio
It's too hot in that b*tch right now
It's about 100 degrees out here
We out here poppin' that water real decent
Records poppin' real beastly right now
n*ggas holdin' us the f*ck down
Crazy, checks is looking retarded
Don't get mad, n*gga, put a smile on your face
I'll bring you back to the ghetto, n*gga

Check, check, one, two

[Skit]
Well, then get your sh*t together
Get it all together and put it in a backpack
All your sh*t so it's together
And if you gotta take it somewhere, take it somewhere, you know?
Take it to the sh*t store and sell it
Or put it in the sh*t museum, I don't care what you do
Just gotta get it together