Listen to Can't Stop 3 (RIP TAKEOFF) by Izaya Tiji

Can't Stop 3 (RIP TAKEOFF)

Izaya Tiji

Hip-Hop/Rap

1,197 Shazams

Lyrics

(I love Kape, for real) Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop (Thr6xpack), Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop All you hear is shots, all you hear is shots All you hear is poppin', all you hear is pop Uh-uh, up, uh-uh, up, uh-uh, up Uh-uh, up, uh-uh, up Wrap that boy up like a mummy, wrap 'em up like doc, doc, doc Uh, uh-uh, uh, uh, uh Anaconda, wrap that boy up, wrap that boy up knot, knot, knot Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na And I told her not Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Not my type Yeah, I tell 'em "Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh" Ah, I can't stop Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip I need Cortisone Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And this shit go dumb Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb Record it tonight Ah, na-na-na, ah, ah, na-na-na Ah, na-na-na, ah, yeah, it go dumb Yeah, ah, yeah, ah, yeah, ah We drop all this in the fall L-e, l-e, l-e Drop them bodies then go up, uh-uh, up, uh-uh, up Drop them bodies then go up, uh-uh, up, uh-uh, up And we took off in the Bentley, yeah, Bentayga, ah-ah-ah That white bitch wanna give me top, called the lady back up I'm gon' hop up in this spaceship like "R.I.P Takeoff" Yeah they just might call me racist, oh, I drop these niggas off Boy, don't put me on your blog, backdoor open slime 'em out You niggas got ran down, that's your fault 223s came down, doin' they job 223s came down, lookin like fire Hotel, hunnid girls act mine Everybody got a switch, yeah, they on the rise Heard everybody got a blick, heard everybody got Bible And the .22 fit, don't need a marker Yeah, cut yo' throat if you ain't a rider Knock a snitch off, throw him in the water Hop on the track, yuh, feel like I'm Carter Hop on the track, yuh, feel like I'm Wayne Hollowtips bite, yuh, they got some fangs Slide in yo' city, ain't worried 'bout your gang And I'm ridin' wit' yo' bitch, and know you 'bout to hate ABG, yeah, she call me "Bae" I ain't even make it, but I'm just sayin' Triple X on boy, yeah, look like a race Just like a pornstar, catch a shot in the face, yuh All you hear is shots, all you hear is shots Why you hear poppin', ooh, hear the pop Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Wrap that boy up like a mummy, wrap 'em up like duck, duck, duck Uh, uh-uh, uh, uh Anaconda, wrap that boy up, wrap that boy up nice, nice, nice Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na And I told her not Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Not my type Yeah, na-na-na-na-na-na-na Ah, I can't stop Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip I need Cortisone Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And this shit go dumb Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb Record it tonight Ah, ah, na-na-na, ah, ah, na-na-na
Writer(s): Kapelan Lee Vershon Clark, Thr6x, Venexxi, Matthew Isaiah Carson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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