Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nonstop , by - Dreezy. Song from the album From Now On, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Nonstop |
| I don’t ever pass the blunt |
| This ain’t no track meet |
| My bitch got shotgun |
| Put that nigga in the back seat |
| They tryna be like me |
| I think somebody hacked me |
| Who talking rap beef? |
| I killed them all by track three |
| They’ll tell you dreaming ain’t possible |
| And start pinching you but not pitching in |
| And I would tell you who the dopest is |
| But the feds probably out listening |
| Niggas money short as my attention span |
| I don’t see nobody, got a different lens |
| Put the bait out and wait out |
| They bite the flow |
| I reel them in like fishermen |
| I’m a green lover when it come to money |
| But I burn trees like an arsonist |
| Get my medication from the pharmacist |
| You could leave that shake for the Parkinson’s |
| Need a blunt rolled with my butt rubbed |
| From a young thug like Barter 6 |
| Niggas act tough, get you fucked up |
| Now I’m back riding to Tha Carter VI |
| On Sunset swerving |
| Hella deep, got 'em nervous |
| Tease a nigga on purpose |
| I can be pitching how I be curving |
| Gotta head full of raps |
| Might as well walk around with a turban |
| Yo niggas like Lions on the Wiz |
| And ain’t nan one got courage |
| All this gold on me |
| I’m thinking I just hit the jackpot |
| Stepping in Givenchy, feeling bitchy |
| With my hat cocked |
| 'Bout to tell yo nigga, get a grip |
| He got the trap hot |
| Tried to put him on the team |
| He rather be a mascot |
| Don’t look back, we ahead of ya |
| Middle fingers to the editors |
| I’m a predator, what competitors? |
| Wanna battle, gotta be better first |
| Got my toes done, I’m still a road runner |
| From the real estate, like a home hunter |
| If a bitch try to call me out |
| Then I’m knowing that she got the wrong number |
| Got picked up in a Rolls Royce |
| And the neighbors tried to call Ghostbusters |
| Ran in my ex 'bout a week ago |
| And I swear to God he was so busted |
| Yo last video looked good |
| But the song weak and it’s no numbers |
| How we finna heat up on bitches? |
| I’m not here to fuck around and beat no summer |
| (Let's get it) |
| I don’t get the hype that got you people all excited |
| I’m a walking knot, make a nigga wanna tie it |
| It’s all about how you talk, might turn yo fan into a client |
| Told them «Imma feed the streets» |
| I know the real ain’t gon deny it |
| It’s a party but it’s private, you are not invited |
| They say «since when you switched it up?» |
| I say «I just decided» |
| I really live this life |
| Don’t need nobody else to write it |
| Niggas swearing that they fly |
| I guess somebody shot the pilot |
| Fuck a Benz, I need that Lambo |
| Yeah, I got that ammo |
| I promise niggas won’t get cleared like a sample |
| Made it to the hills |
| When my niggas still in a Bando |
| I’m so sick, I’m sipping Campbell’s |
| Hate to watch and flip the channel |
| They say X will mark the spot |
| I signed the line and got that treasure |
| Finessed him out his plugs |
| I put business over pleasure |
| They tell me they opinions |
| I don’t listen, fuck a lecture |
| I keep twenty on the dresser |
| Know these bitches feel the pressure |