Gingerj - Stop Sign (feat. Lul Matt)

Since I was a youngeen and I was kid haters been all on my back back
It's been a while and my life a movie I sit down and say write the sound track
I don't be runnin around track
I don't be teasing an outlet
I don't be craving a girl or wanting a lamb or needing a sound check
So if you run up on me now your ass get held up like a stop sign
This shit not rented it's all mine
Do it ourselves we don't call 9
They just be barking we all bite
Under the surface these bitches be all shine
Tell her to come but don't pop on a pill
Shit ain't gon' last I'm just tellin her all night
And we upgang
Whip a Mustang
Just to bust brains
She come right back and say ok when I go away
No change tell him to keep his shit
Black and the green like some creeper shit
Hit up Rodeo I need a fit
Dont got a stylist you know I just peep a fit
Don't got a stylist I pick a fit
Ridin around I get hit up quick
Ridin around with my girl then baddie pull up and I gotta say I never seen a bitch
Do it on the first try first take
No 9 to 5 yeah yeah bitch I'm doing this all day
Remember back bustin in the hallway
Wasn't my fault no snitch that was all K
And I think I really gotta do it for em one time
That's an Audi out in Germany no stop signs
Ain't no stop signs only green lights
Swear these females only felines
Baby callin I hit decline
DND I feel like Eli
My doors suicide but I'm feelin alive
When I'm feelin alive know that I cannot die
And when I cannot die put it all on the line
So if I ever fail I can say it was time
Time and time again all these fake friends
Hoppin out a Benz 11's not 10's
My vision 20/12 I don't even need em I just give TMZ all the lenses
It's just the Massi or Porsche
I make em call get it lit like the 4th
Ion be playing no games
They tell me stop I take off like Usain
I came from rags to riches
Now I pull up with the diamonds that's drippin
I get the money I flip it account stay calling yo card got no limit
Why choose one when I could have both
Off-White on my belt Louis V on my toes
Lil baby stay trippin off me
I will not come here you cannot hold me
Stop sign
I skirt off cause its my time
I ain't never let a hater block on my shine
I stay on my grind
Why they be hating on me is it because I be getting money
They gon' start acting funny when I pull off in that new Bugatti
Thats just how it goes money come in the fakes start to show
I'd rather be rich on my own
No one to call me and tell me they need me
A trip out to Fiji
Im on my own when they see me
Ima keep winning as long as I'm breathin
Im always hungry so Ima keep eating
I cant stop wont do it
Pull up at the stop sign stop wont do it
So if you run up on me now your ass get held up like a stop sign
This shit not rented it's all mine
Do it ourselves we don't call 9
They just be barking we all bite
Under the surface these bitches be all shine
Tell her to come but don't pop on a pill
Shit ain't gon' last I'm just tellin her all night
And we upgang
Whip a Mustang
Just to bust brains
She come right back and say okay when I go away
No change tell him to keep his shit
Black and the green like some creeper shit
Hit up Rodeo I need a fit
Dont got a stylist you know I just peep a fit

Written by:
Justin Cala, Matthew White

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