Don’t Give Up lyrics

by

Young Stoner Life


[Chorus]
I call the shots, I'm a coach
I came to kill like a Zoe
I'm only feeding my folks
Climb to the top like a rope
Chokers all 'round my neck, I'ma choke
We cleaning this money with soap
With this bread, I stack every loaf
Talk to God, ain't losing no hope
Don't give up
Don't give up
I hope you don't give up
Don't give up, no

[Verse 1]
They call me Gunna the GOAT
Keep me a gun and I tote
n*ggas be doin' the most
Can't go out sad with you hoes
I gotta stick to the code
I water my money then grow it
sh*t big and it's 'bout to explode
Tesla got suicide doors
Yes I'm reaching my goals
It's a check every one of my shows
Had the handmaid tailor my clothes
It's a pay day n*gga, you owe
Lot of diamonds on me, I'm cold
I got fashion on me like Vogue
Whole lotta drip, better leave me alone
My b*tch got pink toes
I don't wanna leave it alone
I wanna f*ck when I want
Got the piece flooded with stones
Baby not runnin' me home
My brother dead and gone
We was just livin' wrong
Sip out the pain in the morning
[Chorus]
I call the shots, I'm a coach
I came to kill like a Zoe
I'm only feeding my folks
Climb to the top like a rope
Chokers all 'round my neck, I'ma choke
We cleaning this money with soap
With this bread, I stack every loaf
Talk to God, ain't losing no hope
Don't give up
Don't give up
I hope you don't give up
Don't give up, no

[Verse 2]
I used to shop at the Ross
How I still win from a loss
Got hired, done turned to a boss
Ride in that Maybach like Ross
I got this water like Voss
I wanna f*ck in her mouth
They callin', you know I'm en route
I heard that you had a drought
I made it ship, make it bounce
Every day I smoke more than an ounce
Money machine, let it count
Clothes that can dress up a house
We loyal, you in our you out?
I ran up my bag like a sprout
Trust me I know what it's 'bout
Fed screams and I'm out
Get the racks and you bustin' it down
The cash route
Run it up, showin' no slouch
Glass house
sh*ttin' on whoever look down
You n*gga need you a vouch
Every day I'ma drip to the ground
[Chorus]
I call the shots, I'm a coach
I came to kill like a Zoe
I'm only feeding my folks
Climb to the top like a rope
Chokers all 'round my neck, I'ma choke
We cleaning this money with soap
With this bread, I stack and reload
Talk to God, ain't losing no hope
Don't give up
Don't give up
I hope you don't give up
Don't give up, no
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