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Joell Ortiz

"Can’t Stop Won’t Stop"

[Intro]
Uh

[Verse 1]
Can't stop, won't stop, new whip, old block
Pick up new b*tches, front on old thots, my door locked
Windows tinted but they know who in it
But I'll be gone in sixty seconds, blew your New York minute
You had a run, now you're finished, your shoe box diminished
Your nine probably rusty, got like two slugs in it
My hitters spin the block, they gon' spin the whole block
We throw bricks in the tub and spin back the whole block 'til it's rock
The type of time I'm on, I got this
Lookouts watch for cops, I just cop new watches
Bands in my pockets, boy, the knots obnoxious
Diddy Bop in the spot as I cop Cirocs
Is homegirl tryna inch her way here?
She whispered, "Where I know you from?" I told her, "Everywhere"
Glasses in the air, boy, let's toast to the official
And please no issues, you know they let us in with pistols, n*gga

[Chorus]
Yeah, and you can't stop
Yeah, and you won't stop
Yeah, and you can't stop
Yeah, and you won't stop

[Verse 2]
Can't stop, won't stop, new whip, old block
Tell these new kids that I let fours pop, a dome shot
Put your thoughts on that block where you trap
They'll find braids in the store near that lottery rack
Everybody ain't for the grind, but me? This is mine
Never had any pets, but my dog food a nine
Down to your last dime, I'm not the one you try to line
I know where you get a cut, they won't have nothin' to line
Flick it up one time and send letters to the mountains
To them black hoody n*ggas who was peddling the mountains
We had TEC's on the Treks, turn your chest into a fountain
Then clap the n*gga next to you for shouting
And ride off subtle, like I ain't just done it
Leave you there in a puddle, staring up at nothin'
I never started trouble, but I don't run from it
I just confront it and my AK keep it one hundred

[Chorus]
Yeah, and you can't stop
Yeah, and you won't stop
Yeah, and you can't stop
Yeah, and you won't stop (Uh)

[Verse 3]
Can't stop, won't stop, new whip, old block
Turn this sh*t all the way up to your trunk knock the blood clot
I'm looking 'round, these n*ggas must've forgot
Alright, alright, I let you n*ggas eat enough on my block
Daddy's home, I showed up in my slippers
These b*tches that you cuffing, I f*ck 'em through my zipper
You smoking blunts with her, she shotty in the whip
I'm smokin blunts dolo with the shotty in the whip
No, I ain't dripping sauce, this a whole different cloth
Sound like 9/11 when I dip off in the Porsche
Keep somethin' in the glove, but the glove won't fit, of course
My attorneys go to war, I disrespect the law
I'll disrespect your face with this razor, let it pour
Open up your cheek, they'll see your teeth through your jaw
I keep the tools with me, I'm a handyman for sure
Sometimes you gotta fix a n*gga up 'til he's no more, blah

[Chorus]
Yeah, and you can't stop
Yeah, and you won't stop
Yeah, and you can't stop
Yeah, and you won't stop

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