Can't Stop Won't Stop (feat. Garrett Goodman)

Can't stop, won't stop like the brakes don't work

I'm getting to the chicken like Jamaican Jerk

These boys a bunch of fools like it's April first

And to every other thing, I ain't concerned

Roll me up a spliff, then I smoke and burn

Never liked to wait, but I'll wait my turn

She put that cake in them jeans for the cake I've earned

She filling them out like paperwork

See I'm balling everyday, til my ankles hurt

And I'm still playing the game, like the rain on turf

Bitch I'm higher than a motherfuckin' plane on earth

And I got the bars like I'm Lil Wayne on purp'

David Yurman for the girl, see the chain on her

You don't see I got the bag, like a bank robber

Why they fishing for attention, no bait bobber

And they sleeping on me, like an eight hour

Flight

No glasses, when I say it's on sight

Money is as long as a string on a kite

Two words I never said to a bitch, you right

He so cold, zero Fahrenheit

Ain't going out sad, change into something nice

Started sippin' lean, that was love at first sprite

Make it look easy the rest of my life, hard

Can't stop, won't stop cause I'm gon get it

And imma spend like i don't got a limit

I gotta get it cause it's not a given

In the two seater, I take off the ceiling

You don't know what's coming next my brotha

You don't know what's coming next lil' bro

Used to have nights where I ran to my home

Now I got a bitch that's bad to the bone

Can't stop, won't stop till my legs don't work

I'm always kickin' shit like I'm a jerk

If you can't take it, you can take my word

I take the drugs just to ease up my nerves

Get what I want, you get what you deserve

I'm never done, nor am I near the verge

Gave you the world, I want nothin' in return

I hit this blunt and then I'm leaving earth

Told 'em get off my turf

Feelin' like Walter White, with all this cash that I could reimburse

I let a bitch have me down in my feelings, thinking back on it's like striking a nerve

But fuck it we ballin', if business is calling I'm stacking the chips and then I'm going all in

I'm at the after party popping bottles and I let the liquor talk like Morgan Wallen (hold on, wait)

Might have to call up my accountant

I recently ran up them digits

Feeling like Gunna I'm wit It

She telling me baby I'm different but who are you kidding

Calls dropping from the clubs that you still in

And that just let me know that you ain't coming home

Just another layer back that you peeling

Damn, and that shit made me think

What the fuck is the situation?

Cause I'm losing patience, tryna tell myself that it's amazing

That ain't yo' girl, she just gon' sell it for cheap like 2 blunts from the gas station

I took a hit, and decided I'll face it

Up in the air but this ain't aviation

I just might pull up if the spot is vacant

And she boutta do some shit that's godforsaken