I say stop
Drop with the glock make them dance
Aye ache with that gate
Yeah they hate
Sipping on haterade
What to do today?
It's a mystery
Might just skrt a wraith
Or give your chick a taste
Car racing to fast
No I never come in last
Get out or get passed
White boys they bash
Your chick I might crash
She like Nash
She wants to eat a stash
Better shorty keep a bag
I keep a Mac
Reading on your a**
She love me now she on a pack
She run everything through me
Like a ni**a be her dad
Ice cold like a smoothie
Everything I've ever had
I be bout the bag
They mention me just like a tag
Like get off my back
Most cloud that you've ever had
One time genie
Give you two piece like bikini
You can't see me
WWE ni**a in me
Automatic but it's semi
Title bi***es like a TV
Ni**as just be like Rice Krispies
Acting like them ni**as need me
Sweet like a shortcake
Ni**a look over me acting like I be a Demi
I be all about a penny
Catching with Minnie
Don't falling like Demi
Some ni**as be out to get me
Them ni**as be shifty
Claiming up in me
You with or against me
A ni**a surely up nifty
A move with you would be iffy
Peter pop a pan
I'm the man
And I don't pop no xans
Shorty got me chance
In advance
Straight up in her pants
She said she love me
I don't need her
To be a eater ima feed her
Pull up in the white Beetle
And leave her singing like Kesha
Feel like I'm Khaled
I got the keys and I know no one believe me
Whipping two seaters
My flow so hot that it look like a fever
I ain't get mad
I get even
Look at the seasons
Ball for no reasons
Moving the keys like a beast
Came up from nothing I came from the streets
I know you're mad
Looking at me I know I understand
Don't f**k with xans
Smoking the gas then I go get the bag
Y'all to easy
Y'all be so sleazy
Do it like that cause I ain't got a reason
I say stop
With that glock make them dance
Gang Gang brothers affiliate or ball like the NBA
Scientific like I'm Bill Nye
I'm that guy
Rather handle all my business in real life
Yo I'm really tired how y'all talk online
I ain't about it
Ain't nothing around it
Lifted but I am so grounded
Ain't mad about it
Ain't mad about it
Killed this s**t we found it
3lite - Stop (feat. Young Flex) Lyrics
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I say stop
Drop with the glock make them dance
Aye ache with that gate
Yeah they hate
Sipping on haterade
What to do today?
It's a mystery
Might just skrt a wraith
Or give your chick a taste
Car racing to fast
No I never come in last
Get out or get passed
White boys they bash
Your chick I might crash
She like Nash
She wants to eat a stash
Better shorty keep a bag
I keep a Mac
Reading on your a**
She love me now she on a pack
She run everything through me
Like a ni**a be her dad
Ice cold like a smoothie
Everything I've ever had
I be bout the bag
They mention me just like a tag
Like get off my back
Most cloud that you've ever had
One time genie
Give you two piece like bikini
You can't see me
WWE ni**a in me
Automatic but it's semi
Title bi***es like a TV
Ni**as just be like Rice Krispies
Acting like them ni**as need me
Sweet like a shortcake
Ni**a look over me acting like I be a Demi
I be all about a penny
Catching with Minnie
Don't falling like Demi
Some ni**as be out to get me
Them ni**as be shifty
Claiming up in me
You with or against me
A ni**a surely up nifty
A move with you would be iffy
Peter pop a pan
I'm the man
And I don't pop no xans
Shorty got me chance
In advance
Straight up in her pants
She said she love me
I don't need her
To be a eater ima feed her
Pull up in the white Beetle
And leave her singing like Kesha
Feel like I'm Khaled
I got the keys and I know no one believe me
Whipping two seaters
My flow so hot that it look like a fever
I ain't get mad
I get even
Look at the seasons
Ball for no reasons
Moving the keys like a beast
Came up from nothing I came from the streets
I know you're mad
Looking at me I know I understand
Don't f**k with xans
Smoking the gas then I go get the bag
Y'all to easy
Y'all be so sleazy
Do it like that cause I ain't got a reason
I say stop
With that glock make them dance
Gang Gang brothers affiliate or ball like the NBA
Scientific like I'm Bill Nye
I'm that guy
Rather handle all my business in real life
Yo I'm really tired how y'all talk online
I ain't about it
Ain't nothing around it
Lifted but I am so grounded
Ain't mad about it
Ain't mad about it
Killed this s**t we found it
Drop with the glock make them dance
Aye ache with that gate
Yeah they hate
Sipping on haterade
What to do today?
It's a mystery
Might just skrt a wraith
Or give your chick a taste
Car racing to fast
No I never come in last
Get out or get passed
White boys they bash
Your chick I might crash
She like Nash
She wants to eat a stash
Better shorty keep a bag
I keep a Mac
Reading on your a**
She love me now she on a pack
She run everything through me
Like a ni**a be her dad
Ice cold like a smoothie
Everything I've ever had
I be bout the bag
They mention me just like a tag
Like get off my back
Most cloud that you've ever had
One time genie
Give you two piece like bikini
You can't see me
WWE ni**a in me
Automatic but it's semi
Title bi***es like a TV
Ni**as just be like Rice Krispies
Acting like them ni**as need me
Sweet like a shortcake
Ni**a look over me acting like I be a Demi
I be all about a penny
Catching with Minnie
Don't falling like Demi
Some ni**as be out to get me
Them ni**as be shifty
Claiming up in me
You with or against me
A ni**a surely up nifty
A move with you would be iffy
Peter pop a pan
I'm the man
And I don't pop no xans
Shorty got me chance
In advance
Straight up in her pants
She said she love me
I don't need her
To be a eater ima feed her
Pull up in the white Beetle
And leave her singing like Kesha
Feel like I'm Khaled
I got the keys and I know no one believe me
Whipping two seaters
My flow so hot that it look like a fever
I ain't get mad
I get even
Look at the seasons
Ball for no reasons
Moving the keys like a beast
Came up from nothing I came from the streets
I know you're mad
Looking at me I know I understand
Don't f**k with xans
Smoking the gas then I go get the bag
Y'all to easy
Y'all be so sleazy
Do it like that cause I ain't got a reason
I say stop
With that glock make them dance
Gang Gang brothers affiliate or ball like the NBA
Scientific like I'm Bill Nye
I'm that guy
Rather handle all my business in real life
Yo I'm really tired how y'all talk online
I ain't about it
Ain't nothing around it
Lifted but I am so grounded
Ain't mad about it
Ain't mad about it
Killed this s**t we found it
Writer: Eduardo Carrera
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