Who Gon Stop Us lyrics

by

Quilly


[Intro: Quilly]
Feel good, don't nobody touch the heat either

[Verse 1: Quilly]
When it really come down to it
You don't really wanna go through it
I'll put a check on your head, I'll tell my shooter "just do it"
You don't wanna beef; 5 Guys
Put some Chicken on your head; Popeyes
What's a walk down to a drive by?
Put the pound to you; no high five
On your roof like satellite WIFI
Have n*ggas' sleepin' on your crib n*gga
Lawyer paid off, I'ma beat the case
Hungry lil' n*gga that'll eat the plate
Ruth Chris, boy, you're lookin' like Steak
Shooters on go, never heard of breaks
Whats attempt murder to a murder case?
All my n*ggas' boosting up the murder rate
My youngins' don't read or write, but they squeeze on sight
For that cheese, alright?
Got a fiend, all white, bring me green all night
Got a fiend, all black, on the first, get a stack
If we go to court, you're the first one to rat
MAC wit the ladder, be the first one to clap
Street credit good, n*gga, you can check the stat
Paperwork clean, I was never into that
And, you was never into this, hatin' ass n*ggas
Said I never would be rich
"Talk about the pain", hold up, let me reminisce
How I owe you? You ain't never give me sh*t
Now I'm makin' all hits; won't miss
Now, I got a full stomach, full clip
Michael Jordan on the mic; no bullsh*t
Hope you never forget, I will never forfeit
Gold on the grill but the (?)
This the type of flow to put the house on the hill
Live by the street rule; kill or be killed
I'ma get it in, Inshallah; Lord will
Know a couple hood n*ggas' that'll ride for me
Uptown n*ggas', put you in the sky for me
Got that 57 sittin' on the side of me
And, I would never sing, quiet as a Library
No stop signs, all green lights, tuck a n*gga in, help him sleep tight
I remember times, I ain't eat nights, sleep nights
You don't know about this street life
[Chorus: PNB Rock] (2x)
All of my n*ggas, we came from the bottom
Don't play wit my n*ggas, we play wit them choppers
100 in the drum, b*tch, you better run
We ain't gotta aim, c*ck it, and, we spray
Take your life away, who gonna stop us?
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