csws - lil teddy lyrics
still giving n*ggas h*ll, i swear that sh*t nothing nice
funny how n*ggas be loving on b*tches we l*st in one night (let’s talk about it)
(and this sh*t can’t stop, and this sh*t won’t stop)
(and this sh*t can’t stop nah, and this sh*t won’t stop)
counting up dividends, pockets swole up
in the field, andrew no luck
in this street sh*t ain’t no love
n*gga want beef, slice his ass like cold cuts
i don’t give a f*ck if a n*gga hating, so what
man, tell these sucker n*ggas catch up
know she want vibe cause i’m next up
still i’m gone dive in it, then it’s right back to the profits
sh*t it’s back to the ave, back to this hot sh*t
stop it, n*ggas ain’t on what i’m rockin
top tier know they wondering how i got here
seen n*ggas switch lanes, said f*ck it when and switched gears
i don’t fear no n*gga only fеar of god apparel when i’m outchea
allat d*ck riding sh*t, n*ggas too wеird
i see they watching like scouts in here
swear this sh*t ain’t no stopping here
(and this can’t stop, and this sh*t won’t stop)
let a n*gga get up out of pocket, trav in the cut and he heavy with that rocket
i ain’t talking james harden, better step back
my grind, mans these n*ggas catch that
huah, fronting your move get you laughed at
huah, no wonder she’s hitting my jack back
tap that than i push off like a scat pack
only see me in this sh*t i can care less
come correct or get left they gone stamp that
this “balenci, the ‘b yeah i rep that
know they watching so i gotta state that, how could i fake that
not really hearing these n*ggas, i’m putting the fear in these n*ggas
playing my card how i deal them
aye, f*ck what they talking and f*ck how they feeling
and this can’t stop, and this sh*t won’t stop
and this can’t stop nah, and this sh*t won’t stop
and this can’t stop nah, and this sh*t won’t stop
and this can’t stop nah, and this sh*t won’t stop
quit ranting
before i have them yougins to jam it
they not with the talking they snappin, quick to come sink your whole block titanic
back in my zone it’s havoc
for n*ggas and b*tches, ain’t giving no passes
not tryna tag it it’s too much like plastic, porche nine*11 i’m cruising through traffic
ain’t never ducking no static
too far apart from these actor living a script man this sh*t too backwards
foot on they necks got’em gasping
k!lling the game swear this sh*t target practice
n*ggas can’t hang too fragile, steady complaining she’s cancelled
ain’t balling but scoring sh*t i’m too much to handle, feel like lamar with the handles
og’s like “young you a d*mn fool”
old hoes like “i can’t stand you”
probably because i ain’t give them a chance to, too busy cashing out on ysl flannels
f*ck what it was i ain’t trippin, live in the slums where it’s griddy
where the weak don’t survive
built for this sh*t is you listening, rollin the dice and i’m hittin
swear this sh*t never stops
and this can’t stop, and this sh*t won’t stop
and this can’t stop nah, and this sh*t won’t stop
and this can’t stop nah, and this sh*t won’t stop
and this can’t stop nah, and this sh*t won’t stop
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