This Is Hop Hop ft. Shimster Lyrics

As the time stop

Belova watch, I watch it tick, as the time stop

Belova watch, I watch it tick, as the time stop

Look, Belova watch, I watch it tick, as the time stop

This is hip-hop, might slap a nigga Chris Rock

I'm on some shit ock,

I need my weed Ziplocked

I need, I need, I need my cheese Ziplocked

A lot of talent in my city, I'm the chosen one

Now hold my gun, I had to kill these niggas just for fun

Don't wanna battle, cause I seen a lot of niggas run

I need a paddle, cause I'm wavy, bitch, no need to stunt

I build a castle, I'm the judge, bitch, now where my tassel

Don't you slide on this side, I don't wanna hassle

Violate the code, boy, we gon' have to snatch you

Call your team up, yeah, they gon' have to grab you

I'm a don in the game, ain't no words said

I'm tough as Teflon, you wonder how I work yeah

I got a team that might rip your whole team to shreds

Niggas scary like some chickens, they deserve lead

How you mad, cause I'm movin' like I'm supposed to

How you actin' like a nigga really owe you

I appreciate the love, but a nigga have to put in work

How you get mad, cause I put myself first

I told myself I got a goal I could never settle

These demons had my soul, I made it out, I'm doin' better

Told myself, slow it down, just don't be extra

These demons had my soul, I made it out, I'm doin' better

Belova watch, I watch a tick as the time stop

This is hip-hop, might slap nigga Chris Rock

I'm on some shit ock, need my weed ziplocked

I need, I need, I need my cheese ziplocked

A lot of talent in my city, I'm the chosen one

Now hold my gun, I had to kill these niggas just for fun

Don't wanna battle, cause I seen a lot of niggas run

I need a pedal, cause I'm wavy, bitch, don't need to stunt

I don't need to stunt, I don't need to front

Two hoes fightin' for me on my mom, I don't want either one

Yeah, they call me 30, nowadays I'm known to keep a drum

Niggas really think they ain't gon' die just cause they keep a gun

Told you pussy niggas that I'm one of one, not one of them

He a little-ass boy, don't wanna kill him, we be sonnin' him

Bitch, I'm gettin' money, give a fuck about your top ten

Niggas did that goofy shit, still thinkin' that we locked in

Swear to God, boy, you gon' get boxed in

We gon' leave your shirt red like it's Compton

Still got them pieces fucked around, got some stocks in

Upgraded all the poles, went from 2-3 to a Glock 10

Keep it real, I already know that they watchin

Schemin', run up on me, I'ma leave you leakin

Do it by myself, I don't need no demon

Fuck around, slide, I don't need no reason