Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song STOP IT, artist - Ocean Wisdom. Album song Big Talk Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.10.2019
Record label: Beyond Measure
Song language: English
STOP IT |
Yeah |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
I pull off in traffic |
Not stalled in the 'matic |
You know that he’ll back it |
I beg him don’t back it |
I’m tryna get home, so I told him don’t slap it |
I’ll slap up the pussy, don’t clap it, don’t clap it |
They thought they could hack it, but they couldn’t hack it |
Cah I’m too erratic, my guydem emphatic |
My whip automatic |
I manually drag it |
She asked me to tap it but I didn’t tap it |
I-I-I piss off my ex cah I’m rich and I’m rappin' |
The stripper is Spanish, I don’t speak the language |
I can’t understand but my dick understand it |
She callin' me? |
What the fuck is she callin' me? |
Fuck what she calling me |
I got the cabbage |
I twist up a batter |
The man the finest |
I smoke with the man,, that’s the mandem |
My foreign is white, my jacket is white |
I made money off wire and for that I’m embarrassed |
I jump on the jet with no cabin for baggage |
I pack what I want, at the border I blag it |
, actually rung on my man and he brang it |
I told him to bring it |
I’ll pay for his flight if he smuggle the food |
To the spot that I’m linin' |
They wanted to- |
They wanted to stop it but they couldn’t stop it |
They told me to drop it but I didn’t drop it |
Now I got a wad I can’t fit in my pocket |
I prod on a profit |
I pest to the profit |
I piss of the profit |
I buck up the profit |
He brought me the prophets, oracles, and boffins |
They told me I got it |
I know that I got it |
I don’t deal with boffins |
I’m findin' with bore |
And I roll with the realest, the brothers on tour |
And they had our security, hit him and floor him |
The same man that’s hatin', and paintin', and floorin' |
They told me bring 1 in but Wizzy bring 4 in |
They told me bring some in but Wizzy bring more in |
You want it, then show me |
That’s 10 more insurance |
She wanted to fuck 'cause she heard I’m enormous |
I roll with the ballers, make 20 fine orders |
We splash at the jeweler, you juul’d at the jeweler |
You walk in with me, get a swift likkle schoolin' |
Like «that's one’s a VS and that one’s a Flawless |
You can’t afford that, that’s for rappers and Saudis |
You can afford that 'cah it’s crappy and cloudy» |
You smoke on the shh, I roll on the loudy |
The feds want me loyal but I’m not a bounty |
You’re loyal to feds |
You was never on corners |
I roll with the ATNAs and Goras and Kalas |
And local killers that turn to informers |
We don’t speed no more but they beg here regardless |
I pull up with Rollies and Royces with armor |
I used to be broke but I caught up with karma |
I’m feeling like Eyez |
If you’re a farmer, better go hide all that good marijuana |
If you got weed and it’s dead then I’ll judge him |
I roll with the Mac and he won’t sell you nothin' |
Unless you’re a bro or a pal or a cousin |
They thought they was plugged in but they wasn’t plugged in |
It’s frosty house wars and I gotta leave you buzzin' |
If any time comin', it isn’t comin' |
They 40 years old and still type as the youngins |
Beg you allow it, you’re stinky |
I wear what you earn in a year on my pinky |
You’re tiny and whiny and overly wimpy |
You talk on the net, not a talker in person |
I beg you to choke or my temper’ll worsen |
I know if I flip out, you’re hurtin' for certain |
I got me a blade, it’ll perch on a person |