Better Stop It lyrics

K J S Beats

I be really in the field with some goons that'll drop sh*t, drop sh*t, drop sh*t, drop sh*t
You ain’t really in the field pus*y boy you better stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
I be really putting on give a f*ck about a thot b*tch, thot b*tch, thot b*tch, thot b*tch, thot b*tch
You ain't really putting on pus*y boy you better stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it

Look

I'm finna start this sh*t the fast way (Yup)
R.I.P Lil Tee to my last day (R.I.P Lil Tee)
Look
Lil brother ya I got chu (Woo)
I threw your face on a chain
So they watch you
Really get to it (Get to it)
Really get bands (Get bands)
I f*ck a b*tch
Hold the chain in my hand (In my hand)
Get rich
It was always in the plans (Plans)
But now your gone
So I’m really going ham
I ain't finna stop (Finna stop)
Until the whole city on
I'm a king
Yea I'm post to be on (Yea I'm post to be on)
I been riding in the whip with a Mac and you know that the safety ain't on (No the safety ain't on)
But its back to the bag tho
I came a long way from trappin' out the bando (Trappin’ out the bando)
Yea
I treat the bucket like a lambo (Hey)
They said the rap game a dice game Guess I love to gamble
b*tch

I be really in the field with some goons that’ll drop sh*t, drop sh*t, drop sh*t, drop sh*t
You ain't really in the field pus*y boy you better stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
I be really putting on give a f*ck about a thot b*tch, thot b*tch, thot b*tch, thot b*tch, thot b*tch
You ain’t really putting on pus*y boy you better stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop

Look

Yuh

Uh

Look

I'm a king hoe (Ya)
Diamonds in the b*tch face
Blah bling hoe (Woo)
Lil mama bad
Head game lethal
Did it so good
Put me to sleep though (Ay)
I love a bad lil b*tch that don't talk back (True)
I told hoe break her leg watch you crawl back (True)
When its time to go to war n*gga fall back (Never)
Ten bands on your head I can choke that (Brr)
Ay
In my city
I'm the man now (Yup)
I been getting to it
Had it all planned out (Had that sh*t planned boy)
If I pull up on yo block
Its a man down (Yup)
Bullets flying you alive
Cuz we ran out
Aye
Look
Ciroc I be sippin’
Neena should hit you if you get the trippin' (Get the trippin' hoe)
Yah
Boy these bullets like biscuits
The rap game a blunt
All twisted
I be putting on hoe
I be really in the field with some goons that'll drop sh*t, drop sh*t, drop sh*t, drop sh*t
You ain't really in the field pus*y boy you better stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
I be really putting on give a f*ck about a thot b*tch, thot b*tch, thot b*tch, thot b*tch, thot b*tch
You ain't really putting on pus*y boy you better stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it

I be really in the field with some goons that'll drop sh*t, drop sh*t, drop sh*t, drop sh*t
You ain't really in the field pus*y boy you better stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
I be really putting on give a f*ck about a thot b*tch, thot b*tch, thot b*tch, thot b*tch, thot b*tch
You ain't really putting on pus*y boy you better stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop

I be really in the field with some goons that'll drop sh*t, drop sh*t, drop sh*t, drop sh*t