Yeat - Cant stop it Lyrics

(BNYX)



Bag after bag after bag, I can't stop

Yerc after Perc' after Yerc, I can't stop

Hopped inside the Cayenne, boot it up and then I fly

On the phone with my demon, we build it up and then retire

Toxic, toxic, yeah, came in that bitch and we fired

Walk on the muhf*ckin' ceiling, I'm bootin' up, baby, the air make me fly

Yeah, they gon' copy my trend, they gon' copy my side, they gon' copy the guy

I would go get me more money, more money, more money, more money, oh, damn



I bought a crib in the sky (yeah, whoa)

Twenty-four seven, this bitch 'bout to die (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Suckin' and lickin', more junky', more bankin'

I run up this bitch with the big ol' tanky

The big body whip, 'bout to pull out, yeah

'bout to sewrve on the side, 'bout to pull up and crank it

I'm gonna pull up the tank

I got the big ol' whips, got the big ol' Glocks

Got the big ol' stick with a binkie

You gon' get whacked, you gon' get whacked like a spanking

I been swervin' on this Earth

Diamonds in my pinkie, yeah, the diamonds on my hair

Don't know why I did this shit, just heard it, then I do it

I don't like all that talkin' back and forth, just keep it murmur

Bye-bye, huh, f*ckin' swerve

Yeah, I learned my lesson, for these jakes, I see they shwerms

Thought you was gon' get eat up like a fish get eaten by worm

R-I-P to the Dub man, they gon' try to get that on serve



Bag after bag after bag, I can't stop

Yerc after Perc' after Yerc, I can't stop

Hopped inside the Cayenne, boot it up and then I fly

On the phone with my demon, we build it up and then retire

Toxic, toxic, yeah, came in that bitch and we fired

Walk on the muhf*ckin' ceiling, I'm bootin' up, baby, the air make me fly

Yeah, they gon' copy my trend, they gon' copy my side, they gon' copy the guy

I would go get me more money, more money, more money, more money, oh, damn