Testo Can't Stop Clocks - MIST
Testo della canzone Can't Stop Clocks (MIST), tratta dall'album Can't Stop Clocks
Gang business
M-I-S to the T
(Sickmade)
Even though I get mad guap
Still out on the block with them niggas and them glocks (Oh yeah)
Even though I get mad guap
Still out on the block with them niggas and them glocks (Oh no)
Even though I get mad guap
Still out on the block with them niggas and them glocks (Oh yeah)
Tell the judge that you can't stop clocks
That pussy there can just lock locks
Oh, let me share this
Hard times, found mice in my shared crib (Real)
Whilst fuckin' up the scene, I'm a rare kid (Mad)
Real life rap, I don't tell fibs (Nah)
My nigga seen a milli, still sell sniff (Trapping)
And if you want beef, better forfeit (Gang)
'Cause these days we walk with the four fiv
And the four fiv will really make you walk stiff
Made my label quick, made a major flick
Now the clothes on my back, yeah they're tailor-made to fit
Got Cali in my spliff
No whips no more, just bikes and sticks
It's the life that I live
Check the price on my crib
Got a big chain on, no knife on my hip
Got stopped, two 25 large and I laughed at the searg'
Like I made it tonight, I'm legit
Even though I get mad guap
Still out on the block with them niggas and them glocks (Oh yeah)
Even though I get mad guap
Still out on the block with them niggas and them glocks (Oh no)
Even though I get mad guap
Still out on the block with them niggas and them glocks (Oh yeah)
Tell the judge that you can't stop clocks
That pussy there can just lock locks
Last year I was pissed off
(My bro Mist, why's that?)
T-t-they tried stop my wings like I'm Rick Ross
No wingstop (Real)
Long walks in the rain to the chip shop
Yeah, I nearly give up
Now any trick we pick we get our dicks sucked
Late night meet with the G's, get your bricks up (Finesse)
Bros got the trees and the ting tucked (Top bang)
If we catch you late night, that's bad luck, mad stuff
(It's real mad, real mad)
Picture being famous being banged up
Picture looking broke and you're stacked up
These racks get a fuck boy wrapped up, mad stuff
(It's real mad, real mad)
Picture being famous being banged up
Picture looking broke and you're wrapped up
These racks get a fuck boy wrapped up
Even though I get mad guap
Still out on the block with them niggas and them glocks (Oh yeah)
Even though I get mad guap
Still out on the block with them niggas and them glocks (Oh no)
Even though I get mad guap
Still out on the block with them niggas and them glocks (Oh yeah)
Tell the judge that you can't stop clocks
That pussy there can just lock locks
Even though I get mad guap
Still out on the block with them niggas and them glocks (Oh yeah)
Even though I get mad guap
Still out on the block with them niggas and them glocks (Oh no)
Even though I get mad guap
Still out on the block with them niggas and them glocks (Oh yeah)
Tell the judge that you can't stop clocks
That pussy there can just lock locks
Even though I get mad guap
Still out on the block with them niggas and them glocks (Oh yeah)
Even though I get mad guap
Still out on the block with them niggas and them glocks (Oh no)
Even though I get mad guap
Still out on the block with them niggas and them glocks (Oh yeah)
Tell the judge that you can't stop clocks
That pussy there can just lock locks
(Sickmade)
M-I-S to the fuckin' T
(Sickmade)
It's been a long time fuckin' comin'
Just know this year you fuckin' had it
(Sickmade)
Credits
Writer(s): Zeph Ellis, Rhys Thomas Sylvester
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