[Intro]
(I don't think I can love you anymore)
Huh
Buh-buh-buh
Fuck n***a

[Chorus]
No, no, I don't wanna talk to you, get out my phone
Ain't stoppin', no, I am not stoppin', I'm in the zone
Coppin', all them shirts I'm coppin' when I'm in the store
Drop a song and all of my fans been tellin' me, "Drop some more"

[Verse]
Hit that lil' boy in his chest, oh
N***a really thought he could come test me
Ridin' 'round town with them straps, oh
We see him at night and we pop on three
We don't give him no gas so that boy gonna tweet
Better bring me that money if you want a feat'
Can't go outside, can't [?]
Blowin' that gas, [?]
Lot of n***as don't really wanna see me win
In that Bimmer, push it in the wind
I don't want her, I want that bitch friend
I could never fuck no one that is not a ten
N***as not brother, not friеnds, not kin
God above me, but I'll commit a sin
Chopper gonna еat that n***a for din' (Yeah)
Finna go close my circle, you know I gotta watch that shit
If my brodie got a problem, he finna pop that shit
All my n***as really riding, know that we ride with them glicks
I put that ski mask on my face 'cause you know we hittin' a lick (Bitch)
[Chorus]
No, no, I don't wanna talk to you, get out my phone
Ain't stoppin', no, I am not stoppin', I'm in the zone
Coppin', all them shirts I'm coppin' when I'm in the store
Drop a song and all of my fans been tellin' me, "Drop some more"
No, no, I don't wanna talk to you, get out my phone
Ain't stoppin', no, I am not stoppin', I'm in the zone
Coppin', all them shirts I'm coppin' when I'm in the store
Drop a song and all of my fans been tellin' me, "Drop some more"