Yeat – Can’t stop it Lyrics

Yeat – Can’t stop it Lyrics
Can’t stop it
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    "Can’t stop it." - Yeat

    Album: Lyfë
    Track No: 06
    BNYX
    Bag after bag, after bag, I can't stop
    Yerc after Perc', after Yerc, I can't stop
    Hopped inside the Cayenne, boot it up and then I fly
    On the phone with my demon, we build it up and then retire
    Toxic, toxic, yeah, came in that building with fires
    Walk on the muhfuckin' ceiling, I'm bootin' up everyday, everything fly
    Yeah, they gon' copy my trend, they gon' copy my sound, they gon' copy the guy
    Always gon' get me more money, more money, more money, more money, don't die on me
    I bought a crib in the sky (Yeah, yeah)
    Twenty-four seven, this bitch 'bout to die (Yeah, yeah, die)
    Takin' the yanky, more janky, more banky
    I run up this bitch like a big ol' tanky
    The big body whip, 'bout to pull out the big body
    Swerve on the side, 'bout to pull up, do cranky (Do cranky, ha-ha-ha)
    I'm gonna pull up, the tanky
    I got the big ol' whip, got a big ol' Glock, got the big ol' stick with a binkie (What? Shh)
    You gon' get whacked, you gon' get whacked like a spanking (Mm-hm)
    I been swervin' off the Earth
    Diamonds in my pinkie, yeah, the diamonds on my hair
    Don't know why I did this shit, just heard it and I do it
    I don't like all that talkin' back and forth, just keep it mur—
    Bye-bye (Phew), huh, fuck it, swerve
    Yeah, I learned my lesson, for these jakes, I say they shworms
    Thought they was gon get eat up like a fish, get eat by worm
    R.I.P. to the dumbass kid, gon' try geeked up on syrup
    Bag after bag, after bag, I can't stop
    Yerc after Perc', after Yerc, I can't stop
    Hopped inside the Cayenne, boot it up and then I fly
    On the phone with my demon, we build it up and then retire
    Toxic, toxic, yeah, came in that building with fires
    Walk on the muhfuckin' ceiling, I'm bootin' up everyday, everything fly
    Yeah, they gon' copy my trend, they gon' copy my sound, they gon' copy the guy
    Always gon' get me more money, more money, more money, more money, don't die on me

    Writer(s): Noah Smith & Benjamin Saint Fort.

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