Matt Stenson - Nonstop Lyrics

We was on the block spraying non stop
Shooters on point, f*cking up opps
Lamborghini speeding Better drop the top
Pull up to your addy hit you and your thot
We don't play games, put you in for life
Talk to the cops better watch out for the knife
Stuck him in the cell man it was nothing nice
Turn down the ac I got plenty ice
Do it for the gram,
Do it for the fame
Do it for the watch,
Do it for the chain
Put your boys face
On the front page
Don't look at me
You the one to blame
We were just driving through the Crenshaw streets
No one f*cks with us not even the police
Murder on my mind
I can barely sleep
But I'm still out here murdering this beat

Gang life shit
Day ones rich
Bussdown Patek Doesn't make a tick
If you f*ck around then you gonna get hit
If you f*ck around we gon hit you with this stick

If you heard the shot the bullet wasn't meant for you
Show up on your block make it rain onto your crew
You think your girl is loyal but you haven't got a clue
She's giving me head in the backseat of the coup

Gang life shit
Day ones rich
All white mink
Colder than a rink

If you f*ck around then you gonna get hit
If you f*ck around we gon hit you with this stick


Gucci mink
Birken bag nothing to lose
Turn the traction off let the amg cruise
Drop the top let the bitches know how we move,
Why you walkin round like you got something to prove
Switching lanes speeding through the hollywood hills
Every time we're pulling up we're ready to kill
Two bad bitches in the back spreading their thighs
Giving me the eye telling me that they're bi

Gang life shit
Day ones rich
If you f*ck around then you're gonna get hit

PTSD yeah the streets did me nasty
Smoking all that dope got my eyes looking glassy
Glock locked 15 in the clip
We gon make you do the toosie slide with this stick
If I don't get her new Prada she gon throw a fit
I wanna buy the girl the world they way she ride this dick

This life ain't easy it takes a heavy toll
If you cross me once then I'm coming for your soul

Ready for war
No matter the weather

I be in Danger
More than Abella

I've been in danger but never felt the fear
He tried to shoot me in the face but he only grazed my ear
Went and Put a clip in his head that's a closed casket
Got his baby momma on me blowing like a gasket
F*ck around you gone get sum yellow tape
No escape, roll you like a f*cking crepe don't you wait
If you want revenge don't dig two graves dig a few
None for me 1 for you the rest for your f*cking crew