NONSTOP Lyrics

(Counting up the fetti yeah) (Yeah)

(Yeah)(What)

(Yeah) (Woah)

The clock ain't never gone stop

You gotta be on top of yo shit (Yeah)

You gotta be moving these bricks (Yeah)

You wish you could flip like this

Mink ain't never gone miss

Bring out the choppa and I'm blowing a kiss (Yeah)

Brodie keep flexing that weak ass diss (Woah)

Look at my diamonds they gliss

Four five figures on my wrist (Yeah , Yeah)

My shorty gone smile

Came from the west she a lil too wild (Yeah)

Can't hop on the beat if it's too damn mild

Been stuck all day , Not no hours (Not no hours)

King of my sound I'm the founder (Woah)

I'm at the top of my tower (Yeah)

Hop on the beat and I walk my walk (Yeah)

Shorty in my DM tryna give me some top (Grah , Grah , Grah)

She said that I'm fine and I get that a lot (Get that a lot)

I'm so damn cold but I'm too damn hot (Woah)

Whip in the kitchen I whip in the pot (Woo)

Parking the coupe and we fuck on the spot (Grah , Grah)

The clock ain't never gone stop

You gotta be on top of yo shit (Yeah)

You gotta be moving these bricks (Yeah)

You wish you could flip like this

Mink ain't never gone miss

Bring out the choppa and I'm blowing a kiss (Yeah)

Brodie keep flexing that weak ass diss (Woah)

Look at my diamonds they gliss

Four five figures on my wrist (Yeah , Yeah)

Six feet back

I got your bitch in my bed and she arching her back (Woah)

Got me a gun no splat (Yeah)

I'm not coming for that (Woah)

Yeah , Go to the bank and I make a deposit

Throwing these fits I call her a closet

Your not like me so just you stop it

I'm the pilot not talking no cock pit (Yeah , Yeah)

Yeah , Yeah

Grah , Grah

Yeah , Woah

Chips on my belt no lays (Yeah)

Shorty in my bed get me laid (Woah)

Call me the ace no spade

You can get hit with this blade (Woo)

Better not go that way (Go that way)

The clock ain't never gone stop

You gotta be on top of yo shit (Yeah)

You gotta be moving these bricks (Yeah)

You wish you could flip like this

Mink ain't never gone miss

Bring out the choppa and I'm blowing a kiss (Yeah)

Brodie keep flexing that weak ass diss (Woah)

Look at my diamonds they gliss

Four five figures on my wrist (Yeah , Yeah)

(Yeah)

(Woah , Woah , Woah , Woah)