Yeah
This like my f*cking third song of the night
And it's only 12:09
If that's the right time, you know what I'm saying?
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
She blowin' my phone, ho (stop it)
What do you want, ho? (Stop it)
Pull up to my home, ho (stop it)
Goin' though my phone, ho (stop it)
She f*ck with my partner, ho (stop it)
What is you on, ho? (Stop it)
I don't f*ck with you, ho (stop it), bitch
Nah, I don't f*ck with a snitch
But I'll f*ck with a brick
How the f*ck the Glock got a switch?
They asking how I made top of the list
Bitch, I been workin' and workin'
Pull up and shoot like a nursery
Fishbowl lens, Burberry
Put up a point like Curry
Big dog, he pedigree
I save that ho name on the slurpee
Yeah, if I hit her phone
Come quick, you know it's an emergency
She fallin' in love, I told that ho
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
She blowin' my phone, ho (stop it)
What do you want, ho? (Stop it)
Pull up to my home, ho (stop it)
Goin' though my phone, ho (stop it)
She f*ck with my partner, ho (stop it)
What is you on, ho? (Stop it)
I don't f*ck with you, ho (stop it), bitch
Hey
I'm missin' the action I'm gone, just like the platypus, hey
So many shots out the Glzzy, the .40 the Caliber, hey
We tagging his block, yeah, we mark all the streets up, hey
Twenty-two M's in the bank, not in the mailbox
She told me blondes do it better
I wanna dye my hair so I do it better
Ride with an A and a K, go ahead getting these letters, yeah
And with a 4 and a 7, I'ma go and rat-tat-tat him
You don't even want no smoke, boy
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
She blowin' my phone, ho (stop it)
What do you want, ho? (Stop it)
Pull up to my home, ho (stop it)
Goin' though my phone, ho (stop it)
She f*ck with my partner, ho (stop it)
What is you on, ho? (Stop it)
I don't f*ck with you, ho (stop it), bitch
Lil Keed - Stop It Lyrics
Lil Keed - Stop It Lyrics
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Yeah
This like my f*cking third song of the night
And it's only 12:09
If that's the right time, you know what I'm saying?
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
She blowin' my phone, ho (stop it)
What do you want, ho? (Stop it)
Pull up to my home, ho (stop it)
Goin' though my phone, ho (stop it)
She f*ck with my partner, ho (stop it)
What is you on, ho? (Stop it)
I don't f*ck with you, ho (stop it), bitch
Nah, I don't f*ck with a snitch
But I'll f*ck with a brick
How the f*ck the Glock got a switch?
They asking how I made top of the list
Bitch, I been workin' and workin'
Pull up and shoot like a nursery
Fishbowl lens, Burberry
Put up a point like Curry
Big dog, he pedigree
I save that ho name on the slurpee
Yeah, if I hit her phone
Come quick, you know it's an emergency
She fallin' in love, I told that ho
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
She blowin' my phone, ho (stop it)
What do you want, ho? (Stop it)
Pull up to my home, ho (stop it)
Goin' though my phone, ho (stop it)
She f*ck with my partner, ho (stop it)
What is you on, ho? (Stop it)
I don't f*ck with you, ho (stop it), bitch
Hey
I'm missin' the action I'm gone, just like the platypus, hey
So many shots out the Glzzy, the .40 the Caliber, hey
We tagging his block, yeah, we mark all the streets up, hey
Twenty-two M's in the bank, not in the mailbox
She told me blondes do it better
I wanna dye my hair so I do it better
Ride with an A and a K, go ahead getting these letters, yeah
And with a 4 and a 7, I'ma go and rat-tat-tat him
You don't even want no smoke, boy
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
She blowin' my phone, ho (stop it)
What do you want, ho? (Stop it)
Pull up to my home, ho (stop it)
Goin' though my phone, ho (stop it)
She f*ck with my partner, ho (stop it)
What is you on, ho? (Stop it)
I don't f*ck with you, ho (stop it), bitch
This like my f*cking third song of the night
And it's only 12:09
If that's the right time, you know what I'm saying?
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
She blowin' my phone, ho (stop it)
What do you want, ho? (Stop it)
Pull up to my home, ho (stop it)
Goin' though my phone, ho (stop it)
She f*ck with my partner, ho (stop it)
What is you on, ho? (Stop it)
I don't f*ck with you, ho (stop it), bitch
Nah, I don't f*ck with a snitch
But I'll f*ck with a brick
How the f*ck the Glock got a switch?
They asking how I made top of the list
Bitch, I been workin' and workin'
Pull up and shoot like a nursery
Fishbowl lens, Burberry
Put up a point like Curry
Big dog, he pedigree
I save that ho name on the slurpee
Yeah, if I hit her phone
Come quick, you know it's an emergency
She fallin' in love, I told that ho
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
She blowin' my phone, ho (stop it)
What do you want, ho? (Stop it)
Pull up to my home, ho (stop it)
Goin' though my phone, ho (stop it)
She f*ck with my partner, ho (stop it)
What is you on, ho? (Stop it)
I don't f*ck with you, ho (stop it), bitch
Hey
I'm missin' the action I'm gone, just like the platypus, hey
So many shots out the Glzzy, the .40 the Caliber, hey
We tagging his block, yeah, we mark all the streets up, hey
Twenty-two M's in the bank, not in the mailbox
She told me blondes do it better
I wanna dye my hair so I do it better
Ride with an A and a K, go ahead getting these letters, yeah
And with a 4 and a 7, I'ma go and rat-tat-tat him
You don't even want no smoke, boy
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
Stop it (whew), stop it (whew)
She blowin' my phone, ho (stop it)
What do you want, ho? (Stop it)
Pull up to my home, ho (stop it)
Goin' though my phone, ho (stop it)
She f*ck with my partner, ho (stop it)
What is you on, ho? (Stop it)
I don't f*ck with you, ho (stop it), bitch
Writer: Raqhid Jevon Render
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.