Nonstop (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Joshua Luellen/Seandrea Sledge/Leland Wayne

Composed by：Joshua Luellen/Seandrea Sledge/Leland Wayne

I don't ever pass the blunt

This ain't no track meet

My b***h got shotgun

Put that n***a in the back seat

They tryna be like me

I think somebody hacked me

Who talking rap beef

I killed them all by track three

They'll tell you dreaming ain't possible

And start pinching you but not pitching in

And I would tell you who the dopest is

But the feds probably out listening

N***as money short as my attention span

I don't see nobody got a different lens

Put the bait out and wait out

They bite the flow

I reel them in like fishermen

I'm a green lover when it come to money

But I burn trees like an arsonist

Get my medication from the pharmacist

You could leave that shake for the Parkinson's

Need a blunt rolled with my butt rubbed

From a young thug like Barter 6

N***as act tough get you f**ked up

Now I'm back riding to tha carter 6

On sunset swerving

Hella deep got 'em nervous

Tease a n***a on purpose

I can be pitching how I be curving

Gotta head full of raps

Might as well walk around with a turban

Yo n***as like Lions on the Wiz

And ain't nan one got courage

All this gold on me

I'm thinking I just hit the jackpot

Stepping in Givenchy feeling bitchy

With my hat cocked

'Bout to tell yo n***a get a grip

He got the trap hot

Tried to put him on the team

He rather be a mascot

Don't look back we ahead of ya

Middle fingers to the editors

I'm a predator what competitors

Wanna battle gotta be better first

Got my toes done I'm still a road runner

From the real estate like a home hunter

If a b***h try to call me out

Then I'm knowing that she got the wrong number

Got picked up in a rolls royce

And the neighbors tried to call Ghostbusters

Ran in my ex 'bout a week ago

And I swear to God he was so busted

Yo last video looked good

But the song weak and it's no numbers

How we finna heat up on b***hes

I'm not here to f**k around and beat no Summer

Let's get it

I don't get the hype that got you people all excited

I'm a walking not make a n***a wanna tie it

It's all about how you talk

Might turn yo fan into a client

Told them I'mma feed the streets

I know the real ain't gon deny it

It's a party but it's private you are not invited

They say since when you switched it up

I say I just decided

I really live this life

Don't need nobody else to write it

N***as swearing that they fly

I guess somebody shot the pilot

F**k a Benz I need that Lambo

Yeah I got that ammo

I promise n***as won't get cleared like a sample

Made it to the hills

When my n***as still in a Bando

I'm so sick I'm sipping Campbell's

Hate to watch and flip the channel

They say X will mark the spot

I signed the line and got that treasure

Finessed him out his plugs

I put business over pleasure

They tell me they opinions

I don't listen f**k a lecture

I keep twenty on the dresser

Know these b***hes feel the pressure

Feel the pressure

Feel the pressure

Feel the pressure

Feel the pressure