No Stoppin' (feat. Kashen)

Back again, boy, you know I don't stop They hearin my shit and you know they gon bop Two on his head, post him down on the block We hit him up with the twos, ain't no pac He thought he was hittin' his bitch, always trippin' We got extendos, and you know they gon' pop Blow up his shit, let me go call barack We started the beef, but you know he at fault He runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin' He know we gon' slide, and there ain't no discussion I'm thumbin' the blues, yeah, the cash always comin' They watchin' me close to see what I'm becomin Smile on his face, but it ain't nothin' funny We turn him down, you know we up to somethin Everybody lit, yeah, the whole block bustin' He tryin' too hard, but he ain't gettin nothin' He gotta be vegan, he cuttin' the beef They not even tryin' acceptin' defeat Twelve inch, man, he got shot with the feet Fuckin' his bitch, it's all over the sheets He die the day that he step in the streets I'm back, and I'm better, they call me Sharif He try to snitch, so I pull the receipts New kicks every day, so you know I don't crease Caught with his pants down, he snitch on his mans Actin' tough, you a pussy, you act like a trans He got no views, but he claims he got fans Chop chop chop hit wasabi send him to Japan Uh, kashen wasabi, he spittin' that fire You know that I'm cold like my last name was Myers Kash ain't been droppin', they thought I retired But now that I'm droppin', I'm who they admire You know you a rat, you talk to the wire I run up on him, and he sing like the choir Send you on top, you know you a liar How old the song, he damn near expired Just blew a check, I might burn on the mall He test me I'm punchin' it, word to John Wall He still wanna try, I'm a click till he fall, Saying you trippin', she know who to call He still wanna chance to get hit with the Mac I get on the beat, and I'm real fast to snap He get on the beat, and he real fast to chat You know when it's droppin, it's up on the app Back again, boy, you know I don't stop They hearin my shit and you know they gon bop Two on his head, post him down on the block We hit him up with the twos, ain't no pac He thought he was hittin' his bitch, always trippin' We got extendos, and you know they gon' pop Blow up his shit, let me go call barack We started the beef, but you know he at fault They bumpin', they callin' me Sean with the music Look at my feet, and the kicks look like Rick Big dawg status, I'm a menace like vick This ain't no diss, cause I ended that shit I'm a punk on this beat, yeah, it's clobberin' time My geek on the beat, it's not even my prime My name ain't rajon, but I'm clutchin' this nine You niggas not next, you the back of the line