Lyrics Stop That - Joey Cool, King Iso

Stop That

Burna
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Look cut that shit out
Cut it out
Stop that, stop that, you ain’t really 'bout that
Little nigga, you ain’t really got that
Go on 'head, tell 'em why you upset
Stop that, right now
I don’t want it either nigga, quiet down
Fucking with the Swank, boy you might drown
I be in the cut with the lights down, with the light down
I’m good, little Joey Cool, nigga what’s hood?
I been on the scene for a long time
Long resume, it should be understood
Don’t nobody wanna put the work in
But they wanna feel entitled with the perks and
Then they pass it to the back of stage with the skirts
Still wouldn’t know what to do with, take a bottle of Jergens and fucking jerk
it
Wait for it, I don’t think you want it with the Swank Lord
I be in your house like it’s foreclosed
I don’t think you want it with the bank boy
Money coming in, gotta make more
They don’t give it to you, gotta take more
I done did some bad shit in my day
Beat a nigga ass with a skateboard
Came a long way from the mixtapes
I be walkin' around like I’m 6'8″
'07, house party out in Pit State
'17, Red Rocks, nigga shit’s great
I remember meeting Tech at the Mixplate
Shoot, it was me, Zoo, Vi and Jay (B. Hood)
Niggas talk about dudes, I done been paid
I guess I gotta give a cool little history
Oh you little shit-stains
Stop that, stop that, you ain’t really 'bout that
Little nigga, you ain’t really got that
Go on 'head, tell 'em why you upset
Stop that, right now
I don’t want it either nigga, quiet down
Fucking with the Swank, boy you might drown
I be in the cut with the lights down, with the light down
Stop that, stop that, you ain’t really 'bout that
Little nigga, you ain’t really got that
Go on 'head, tell 'em why you upset
Stop that, right now
I don’t want it either nigga, quiet down
Fucking with the Swank, boy you might drown
I be in the cut with the lights down, with the light down
Fun facts, I was like this in the nutsack
Mom said pops was a thug jack
Prolly why I bug is because that
Spaz on a nigga type DNA
Blacked out in a club, I’ma be okay
Blacked out on the stage, I’ma be okay
And if you don’t believe it, go back to the resume
Matter of fact, I did it yesterday
You don’t want the phone
I know a nigga with The Punisher up in the trunk
I know a nigga with the chopper sitting on the couch
A couple niggas with a milli sittin' in the house
And I ain’t bangin' but the niggas know I get respect
They give it back and I ain’t even have to send 'em yet
See I been doing this for years, now I get a check
For every time I step up in somebody city and I take a motherfucking breath
Look it nigga, one two
It’s Coolie baby with the crown, who the fuck you?
Said I’ma be up in your town shit like come through
You ain’t gon' come for nigga down having fun boo (What?!)
Wait for it, I don’t think you want it with the Swank Lord
I be in your house like it’s foreclosed
I don’t think you want it with the bank boy
What the fuck you think boy?
Stop that, stop that, you ain’t really 'bout that
Little nigga, you ain’t really got that
Go on 'head, tell 'em why you upset
Stop that, right now
I don’t want it either nigga, quiet down
Fucking with the Swank, boy you might drown
I be in the cut with the lights down, with the light down
Stop that, stop that, you ain’t really 'bout that
Little nigga, you ain’t really got that
Go on 'head, tell 'em why you upset
Stop that, right now
I don’t want it either nigga, quiet down
Fucking with the Swank, boy you might drown
I be in the cut with the lights down, with the light down
Skrrt, stop that, pause on 'em like a fade with a bobcat
You a broad, put a fade where your bob at
Better weave when I charge her, dodge that
I done came a long way from them job apps
People like where your boss at?
I’m that
Until you niggas hating on me 'cause where I’m at
Nigga I’m Bed, Bath, & Beyond that
Nigga where your mom at
Never could I be stuck in the hood so this is not trap
They been hating, talking about your fans are non-black
Calling them the enemy, they the reason I got racks
Talking to me, when I Call of Duty, are your ops black?
Get the fuck out your feelings 'fore I pop caps
Like I opened a soda after I shook it, got that?
Don’t be dragging it like the symbol of Mortal Kombat
Bumping fake niggas when they sign, contract
Killing the mic and I’m murderin' everything when I drop tracks
Your bitch on my tour bus getting lifted like launch pads
You don’t wanna smoke like a mini swisher, a dime bag
I’m a different nigga, you can’t compare me to contrast (my bad)
I figured I’m kickin' some wicked shit on this bomb track
Lick the wick on the bomb jack
Danielson when I handle 'em with the physical contact
I’m speakin' the vision, niggas can’t see me like Pac tracks
Tell 'em Joey
Stop that, stop that, you ain’t really 'bout that
Little nigga, you ain’t really got that
Go on 'head, tell 'em why you upset
Stop that, right now
I don’t want it either nigga, quiet down
Fucking with the Swank, boy you might drown
I be in the cut with the lights down, with the light down
Stop that, stop that, you ain’t really 'bout that
Little nigga, you ain’t really got that
Go on 'head, tell 'em why you upset
Stop that, right now
I don’t want it either nigga, quiet down
Fucking with the Swank, boy you might drown
I be in the cut with the lights down, with the light down