Testo Don't Stop - Big Scarr
Testo della canzone Don't Stop (Big Scarr), tratta dall'album Hype Tracks
(Tahj Money)
Yeah
Frozone
Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, uh, yup
Uh (uh), yup, shows comin' in, but the Ps don't stop (Ps don't stop)
Hoodie and my 9, Ray Charles on the Glock (on the Glock), big micro, put a nigga in the box (put him on box)
Designer track runner, double Gs on my socks (on my socks)
Uh, nigga, we ain't duckin' no smoke (no, no), only time we runnin' when the narcs hit the spot (yeah, the narcs)
Uh, was really thuggin' in the skreets, only time I'm on the porch is when the box finna drop
Crybaby, snotty nose, boogers in the watch (boogers in the watch)
Psychic vision, had a dream 'bout the guap (dream 'bout the guap)
Decapitate a nigga, leave his brains in one spot (brains in one spot)
Contaminate the Glock, fresh blood from a opp (yeah, a opp)
Nigga, we ain't squashin' no beef (no, no), spin again and again 'til somebody else drop (gotta drop)
You woulda been dead, but you workin' with the cops (workin' with the cops)
Uh (what?) Yup (yup) certified shooters on point like a sniper (shooters on go)
Fuck a Hellcat, pulled up in the Viper (yoom), shitbag a nigga, now he gotta wear a diaper
Christian Loub' shoe, bleed red like a cycle (drip)
Hell nah, I don't want the P through the mail, hit the road, yeah, I still overnight 'em (no ship)
We ain't savin' ho, yeah, we only one-night 'em (yeah)
I ju' wanna fuck, you and her can hold the title (hold the title)
Put a thousand in my jean, make my pants fit tighter (pants fit tighter)
I'm the chosen one, fit in line like disciples (like disciples)
Stolen car with the dealer seal, no title (no title)
Free my dawgs out the pen', I'm on the road, still writin' 'em (yup)
Can't take me out, up north in New York with the sticks, and we screamin', "Fuck Rikers" (yup)
Ride with 'em choppas like bikers (like biker)
Shoot shit up, I feel bad for a fighter (for a fighter)
Real skreet nigga, you a Facebook typer (you a typer)
Ridin' with the gang, right or wrong, you in danger (yup, yup)
Cool clientele, Ion really serve skrangers (nope, nope)
Shooters on go, hell nah, can't tame 'em (brrt)
Smoke 'em with the 'Wood, feds listen, can't name 'em (can't name 'em)
I was down bad in the trap, I done came up (I done came up)
Reach for the chain, guarantee you'll get flamed up (brrt, brrt)
Uh, yup, shows comin' in, but the Ps don't stop (Ps don't stop)
Hoodie and my 9, Ray Charles on the Glock (Ray Charles on the Glock), big micro, put a nigga in the box (put him on box)
Designer track runner, double Gs on my socks (on my socks)
Uh, nigga, we ain't duckin' no smoke (no, no), only time we runnin' when the narcs hit the spot (from the narcs)
Uh, was really thuggin' in the skreets, only time I'm on the porch is when the box finna drop (when the box)
Crybaby, snotty nose, boogers in the watch (in the watch)
Psychic vision, had a dream 'bout the guap (dream 'bout the guap)
Decapitate a nigga, leave his brains in one spot (one spot)
Contaminated the Glock, fresh blood from a opp (yeah, a opp)
Nigga, we ain't squashin' no beef, spin again and again 'til somebody else drop (gotta drop)
You woulda been dead, but you workin' with the cops (with the cop)
Bitch-ass nigga, yup
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, yup
Yup, yup, yup
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Writer(s): Tahj Javal Vaughn, Alexander Woods
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