Stop-Start

(album: Ransom - 2014)

[Hook Gucci Mane:]
Stop, start, all my goons on stop-start
My trap is on stop-start, started with my pot, fork
Start, I got killers up in New York
Pints come in from Detroit, got white, got green, I got, boy
Boy, I hit a button, make my car park
I don't even got to be inside to make my car start
Start, I give a word and make my goons march
Blow money like I'm Scott Storch, I got your bitch on stop-start

[Verse 1 Gucci Mane:]
Ten thousand ones, they're on the way, I'm 'bout to start tipping
Lil' mama fine but on the real she didn't just start stripping
You know I'm used to money, Gucci didn't just start flipping
Threw so much money in the air they stopped and start kissing
Canary yellow bitch remind me of my Bart Simpson
I brought a pint off in the club, I'm 'bout to start sipping
I brought my goons with me and my goons, they don't stop twisting
I popped a pill, it kicked in, I'm 'bout to start tripping
I'm 'bout to stop rapping, stop trapping, start pimping
Drop 'Rari pulling up, nigga, start your engine
Stop panhandling, nigga, stop penny pinching
And I ain't gotta come back, I never stop getting it

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[Verse 2 Chief Keef:]
The bitch was near me then like "Stop"
Let me go and check out my guap
Check out my guap, my Glock
Nigga try me, he get popped
And he get shot, he get dropped
Right on the mothafucking spot
Start, start, nigga, you don't wanna start
Kid 'bout to drive, boy you don't wanna park
Park, nigga I'm a young South Park
Young wild boy, with a lot of heart
Heart, heart, going hard
Bullets at your ass, they'll rip your ass apart
I take a minivan and I fill it's ass with narcs
Homer, can't nobody kill us as a Bart
Up my gun and make this bitch fart
Stop, boy you shouldn't even start
Lil pussy boys you're Minnie Mouse
Stand on your two feet
You don't even know what that damage about
Pull up, you'll get swiss cheesed
Hop in my car then pull right off
I don't start that bitch with my key
Racks in my jeans and I'm pulling right out
Walk in this bitch, I'm Keef

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[Verse 3 PeeWee Longway:]
Salute to Big Gucci, he opened the door
Studio smoking OG, sippin throw
Big dog wanna see the band unfold
Smoking OG when we sipping some throw
My plug touched down on a banana boat
Meeting and greeting in Givenchy loafs
You may be seated, Versace business over
My plug done dropped a ticket, no need for soda
Big dog, rich gang, stretch it, get the oval
Master Peewee, with the No Limit soldiers
I'm the sergeant, the lieutenant, and general
If it's fish I hit the block with minnows
Chopped them lil bitches in dimes
Big dog let me in the door, I'm grinding
Hit your ass hard on the low
She tip-toeing on the marble floor
I'm dabbing, the double R, ghost
I swear my pinky do the most
The wrong nigga been had money
I'm just tryna throw him through some more
Man keep counting, skip town after we flip your ass
Then we gone to the mountain, headed to the Heavens
Pull up in a Lambo mounted

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