Thought I Was Gonna Stop

[00:00.000] 作词 : Willie Mackie
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Willie Mackie
[00:09.46]While y'all was on Clubhouse, I was in the dugout
[00:11.40]Waiting to get up to bat and knock a home run out
[00:13.80]Noriega thugged out, walking with my snub out
[00:15.94]No serial numbers on the side, they was rubbed out
[00:18.28]I give you a blood bath, then I let the blood out
[00:20.68]Pull the stopper out of the bottom and drain the tub out
[00:22.88]Know my way through any hood, n*gg* what you talm' 'bout?
[00:25.28]You follow the GPS, I just took the thug route
[00:27.47]Eighteen years, can't wait 'til they let my cuz out
[00:29.82]Couldn't believe it when the worst came out the judge mouth
[00:32.07]Had to use candles 'cause we blew the lightbulbs out
[00:34.46]Sleeping on a bum couch, I live in a drug house
[00:36.65]He said I ain't like that, man that n*gg* bugged out
[00:38.94]Like what? Nigga, I'll shoot your f**kin' mug out
[00:41.27]Momma said, "Pull your pants up", I got cussed out
[00:43.56]Used to wear my sneakers like Jordan with the tongue out
[00:45.95]Thought I was gon' stop? I'm offin' off top
[00:47.60]I'm the talk of New York, I walk with the hawk and the four cocked
[00:50.09]Make all of 'em call cops, they frozen, they broads stop
[00:52.39]This sh*t doggin', make sure when I let it off, it's a sure shot
[00:54.48]Heard his crib is like Fort Knox, who said I was gon' knock?
[00:56.95]Using force on the door, so I'm gon' give him a bald spot
[00:59.74]I'm slaughtering all opps, I'm ordering more blocks
[01:01.63]Like Optimus in his prime, I'm strong as an Autobot, ha!
[01:13.35]While y'all been on TikTok, I been on B.I.G., Pac
[01:16.04]Big Glock, it's Alfred Hitchcock, get your kid rocked
[01:18.18]Silk shock a nigga like P brother, tree lover
[01:20.48]Fell in love with a b*tch, my b*tch just told me she love her
[01:22.86]We run it, been running this sh*t, I can't feel my legs
[01:25.05]Your brother got them birds, have my niggas come and steal his eggs
[01:27.30]I be on a million meds, I can put your doctor on
[01:29.69]Dana White diamonds on, stones look like a octagon
[01:31.88]Can't stop, f**k you if you think not
[01:33.81]The gun pop, the gun ring, you suck it like a ring pop
[01:36.05]Had to do my thing, Pap, had to let the snub blap
[01:38.14]Riding 'til the wheels fall off, no hub cap
[01:40.79]All this mud in my cup and I don't need no mud flaps
[01:42.98]I don't need no hug, dap, I don't need no rug rats
[01:45.07]So she gon' have to chug that
[01:46.36]I'm like Tom Brady, still ballin' where the Bucks at
[01:48.66]Young Money, young man, YM
作词 : Willie Mackie
作曲 : Willie Mackie
While y'all was on Clubhouse, I was in the dugout
Waiting to get up to bat and knock a home run out
Noriega thugged out, walking with my snub out
No serial numbers on the side, they was rubbed out
I give you a blood bath, then I let the blood out
Pull the stopper out of the bottom and drain the tub out
Know my way through any hood, n*gg* what you talm' 'bout?
You follow the GPS, I just took the thug route
Eighteen years, can't wait 'til they let my cuz out
Couldn't believe it when the worst came out the judge mouth
Had to use candles 'cause we blew the lightbulbs out
Sleeping on a bum couch, I live in a drug house
He said I ain't like that, man that n*gg* bugged out
Like what? Nigga, I'll shoot your f**kin' mug out
Momma said, "Pull your pants up", I got cussed out
Used to wear my sneakers like Jordan with the tongue out
Thought I was gon' stop? I'm offin' off top
I'm the talk of New York, I walk with the hawk and the four cocked
Make all of 'em call cops, they frozen, they broads stop
This sh*t doggin', make sure when I let it off, it's a sure shot
Heard his crib is like Fort Knox, who said I was gon' knock?
Using force on the door, so I'm gon' give him a bald spot
I'm slaughtering all opps, I'm ordering more blocks
Like Optimus in his prime, I'm strong as an Autobot, ha!
While y'all been on TikTok, I been on B.I.G., Pac
Big Glock, it's Alfred Hitchcock, get your kid rocked
Silk shock a nigga like P brother, tree lover
Fell in love with a b*tch, my b*tch just told me she love her
We run it, been running this sh*t, I can't feel my legs
Your brother got them birds, have my niggas come and steal his eggs
I be on a million meds, I can put your doctor on
Dana White diamonds on, stones look like a octagon
Can't stop, f**k you if you think not
The gun pop, the gun ring, you suck it like a ring pop
Had to do my thing, Pap, had to let the snub blap
Riding 'til the wheels fall off, no hub cap
All this mud in my cup and I don't need no mud flaps
I don't need no hug, dap, I don't need no rug rats
So she gon' have to chug that
I'm like Tom Brady, still ballin' where the Bucks at
Young Money, young man, YM