MA$cOTT - No Stoppin' (feat. Kashen)

Back again, boy, you know I don't stop
They hearin my shit and you know they gon bop
Two on his head, post him down on the block
We hit him up with the twos, ain't no pac
He thought he was hittin' his bitch, always trippin'
We got extendos, and you know they gon' pop
Blow up his shit, let me go call barack
We started the beef, but you know he at fault

He runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin'
He know we gon' slide, and there ain't no discussion
I'm thumbin' the blues, yeah, the cash always comin'
They watchin' me close to see what I'm becomin

Smile on his face, but it ain't nothin' funny
We turn him down, you know we up to somethin
Everybody lit, yeah, the whole block bustin'
He tryin' too hard, but he ain't gettin nothin'

He gotta be vegan, he cuttin' the beef
They not even tryin' acceptin' defeat
Twelve inch, man, he got shot with the feet
Fuckin' his bitch, it's all over the sheets
He die the day that he step in the streets
I'm back, and I'm better, they call me Sharif
He try to snitch, so I pull the receipts
New kicks every day, so you know I don't crease

Caught with his pants down, he snitch on his mans
Actin' tough, you a pussy, you act like a trans
He got no views, but he claims he got fans
Chop chop chop hit wasabi send him to Japan

Uh, kashen wasabi, he spittin' that fire
You know that I'm cold like my last name was Myers
Kash ain't been droppin', they thought I retired
But now that I'm droppin', I'm who they admire

You know you a rat, you talk to the wire
I run up on him, and he sing like the choir
Send you on top, you know you a liar
How old the song, he damn near expired
Just blew a check, I might burn on the mall
He test me I'm punchin' it, word to John Wall
He still wanna try, I'm a click till he fall,
Saying you trippin', she know who to call

He still wanna chance to get hit with the Mac
I get on the beat, and I'm real fast to snap
He get on the beat, and he real fast to chat
You know when it's droppin, it's up on the app

Back again, boy, you know I don't stop
They hearin my shit and you know they gon bop
Two on his head, post him down on the block
We hit him up with the twos, ain't no pac
He thought he was hittin' his bitch, always trippin'
We got extendos, and you know they gon' pop
Blow up his shit, let me go call barack
We started the beef, but you know he at fault

They bumpin', they callin' me Sean with the music
Look at my feet, and the kicks look like Rick
Big dawg status, I'm a menace like vick
This ain't no diss, cause I ended that shit
I'm a punk on this beat, yeah, it's clobberin' time
My geek on the beat, it's not even my prime
My name ain't rajon, but I'm clutchin' this nine
You niggas not next, you the back of the line

Written by:
mason eberhart

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