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Young Dolph

Non Stop

 

Non Stop

(album: PAPER ROUTE iLLUMINATi - 2021)


Woo
(Ayo, BandPlay)
Haha, yeah (Yeah)

Bitch, I'm back at it (Uh, yeah)
Post up in the hood, I'm serving crack addicts (Uh, yeah)
Backstabbin'-ass niggas act like faggots (Uh, yeah)
I can't fuck with bitches 'cause they know they maggots (Uh, yeah)
Baguettes in my watch, bitch, look at the carats (Uh, yeah)
Diamonds Conley jumping, bitch, they Conley dancing (Uh, yeah)
Killing up in fashion, bitch, I'm dapper dabbing (Uh, yeah)
And they call me Hitler 'cause I send assassins (Yes sir, yeah)
Before the deal, yeah, Big Moochie was really trapping (Yeah)
Before the deal, yeah, Big Moochie was really clapping (Yeah)
Fuck niggas down (Yeah)
Gang pull up on your block with hundred rounds
OG on it, Dust Town, I put it down (Huh)

Yeah, do y'all know who put it down, for real, nigga?
Stop playing with me, ha
Let's go

Yeah, all these pussy niggas talking 'bout this affidavit (Uh)
But they can't pull up a lineup or a fucking statement (Yeah)
Got niggas and bitches mad, yeah, 'cause they know that they basic
Now I got their ass big mad 'cause they see Big Moochie made it (Yeah)
Stuck with the gang, no trading (Yeah)
Number one, Tracy McGrady (Yeah)
Big Moochie doing no telling (Yeah)
Put that on Zalea Navaya (My baby)
Posted in the hood 'til my days got better (Yeah)
Killers, they with me, they ready whenever
Bad thick bitch and her color vanilla (Yeah)
Hit her from the back, now I call her yellow (Yellow, yellow)
Huh, I tried to tell you (I tried)
Niggas really bitches, they ain't out, they really scary (Yeah)
Bloodbath on a nigga and the bitch is bloody mary (Yeah)
Fuck 'em all, we send 'em all to the cemetery (Yeah)

Fuck all my opps
All y'all can die
Join the rest of 'em who dead
We getting rich, yeah (No cap)

My mama say she want a Maybach, gotta put her in it
We on the block, we standing out, these niggas, no, they ain't spinning
The gang gang independent (Gang, gang)
And plus, we really winning, niggas just dick-licking
Got your bitch in my mentions, she really want attention
I told her pay attention, bitch, how much is you givin'?
I get racks out her purse (Yeah), and the rest out her titties (The rest of)
I be breaking bitches, really be breaking bitches
You gotta give me your bankroll, bitch, if you want extensions (On God)
And all my clips extended (Clips), these niggas want me ended (Finished)
Well, bitch, I'm just getting started, bitch, I'm nowhere finished (Nowhere)
And the Paper Route Illuminati, I stand on that business (I stand on it, yeah)

I stand on this shit, for real, nigga (I swear to God)
I'm talking 'bout all the way (All the way)

Yeah, uh, one more time (Uh)
Niggas hate to see me on my grind, now I shine (Yeah)
Bitches wanna see these VVS', now they blind (Uh)
Big baguettes up in my Rollie, yeah, expensive time (Yeah)
Count big racks up in the Maybach, yeah, while I recline (Yeah)
Mama say, "You got a talent," got rich off of rhyming (Uh)
Run some bitch, keep calling my phone, know I'm finna decline it (Yeah)
Major labels calling my phone, know I'm finna decline it (Yeah)
Niggas, they really be hiding, no, they really not sliding (Uh)
Chop cut 'em half, divide 'em, uh, young nigga high as a pilot (Yeah)
Brand new whip, no mileage, yeah, fuck your bitch 'til she got mileage (Yeah)
I was down bad, fucked up in the hood, real lost, then I found me some guidance (Then I found some guidance, yeah)

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