STOP lyrics

[Chorus: IDK & Q Da Fool]
I got that money flow, never stop
My long shooter click until your head pop
He in that trap and it never stop
Feds got behind me, I swear that I never stop
Stop that sh*t
I got a bag and you not no b*tch
In Miami and I just f*cked a bad lil b*tch
Can't stop that sh*t
Look at my wrist, that’s rocks, lil b*tch

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
I got some drip on my socks
I beat up the bags, box
Just bought the Jag with the stash spot
Can't fall in love with no damn thot, uh
My sh*t VVS and you still wear the silverware
My shooters ain't playin’ fair, they robbin' everywhere
f*ck on his broad, now he wanna kill me
Motherf*ck the feds 'cause they still tryna jail me
Walk in the club and we turn it up
The f*ck n*gga tried me, got burnt up
When I come in your city my burner tucked
Shoot his ass in the face since he act so tough
I want more racks, I can't get enough
Got a hundred on stripes, we blowin' sh*t up
Double back with this molly, you stiff and you stuck
b*tch I'm a rich shooter, be f*ckin' sh*t up
[Chorus]
I got that money flow, never stop
My long shooter click until your head pop
He in that trap and it never stop
Feds got behind me I swear that I never stop
Stop that sh*t
I got a bag and you not no b*tch
In Miami and I just f*cked a bad lil b*tch
Can't stop that sh*t
Look at my wrist, that’s rocks, lil b*tch

[Verse 2: IDK]
I got that money flow, never stop (Right)
They sent me deal and that sh*t was nah
Some n*ggas be snitchin’, some n*ggas hot (Right)
Some n*ggas be flippin' in with the pot
See me I’m no gangster, no lacker, no actor, no chopper
The only n*gga to admit I'm a rapper
You spend your money on a b*tch, I just stack up
My phone be beepin' like a truck 'bout to back up
That’s conference, y'all
b*tch I'm a boss (Right)
I got lawyers and accountants on call
I know shooters, make 'em made they gon' draw
Now your body is surrounded by chalk (Yeah)
I'm from a place where the doggy gon' bark
And if you get hit, they ain't callin' no law
But if you get caught, they ain't droppin' no charge
Have you eatin' Big Texas while rockin' the orange
Wailin' over captain, I'm from that PG, yeah
Rappin' over trappin', I made two hundred bands
If they come kick in the door (Yeah, yeah)
I don't know what happens (IDK)
I got that money flow, never stop
They sent me deal and that sh*t was nah
Some n*ggas be snitchin', some n*ggas hot
But ain't none of my n*ggas was ever locked
[Chorus]
I got that money flow, never stop
My long shooter click until your head pop
He in that trap and it never stop
Feds got behind me, I swear that I never stop
Stop that sh*t
I got a bag and you not no b*tch
In Miami and I just f*cked a bad lil b*tch
Can't stop that sh*t
Look at my wrist, that's rocks, lil b*tch