Nonstop - Dreezy

I don’t ever pass the blunt

This ain’t no track meet

My bitch got shotgun

Put that nigga in the back seat

They tryna be like me

I think somebody hacked me

Who talking rap beef?

I killed them all by track three

They’ll tell you dreaming ain’t possible

And start pinching you but not pitching in

And I would tell you who the dopest is

But the feds probably out listening

Niggas money short as my attention span

I don’t see nobody, got a different lens

Put the bait out and wait out

They bite the flow

I reel them in like fishermen

I’m a green lover when it come to money

But I burn trees like an arsonist

Get my medication from the pharmacist

You could leave that shake for the Parkinson’s

Need a blunt rolled with my butt rubbed

From a young thug like Barter 6

Niggas act tough, get you fucked up

Now I’m back riding to Tha Carter VI

On Sunset swerving

Hella deep, got 'em nervous

Tease a nigga on purpose

I can be pitching how I be curving

Gotta head full of raps

Might as well walk around with a turban

Yo niggas like Lions on the Wiz

And ain’t nan one got courage

All this gold on me

I’m thinking I just hit the jackpot

Stepping in Givenchy, feeling bitchy

With my hat cocked

'Bout to tell yo nigga, get a grip

He got the trap hot

Tried to put him on the team

He rather be a mascot

Don’t look back, we ahead of ya

Middle fingers to the editors

I’m a predator, what competitors?

Wanna battle, gotta be better first

Got my toes done, I’m still a road runner

From the real estate, like a home hunter

If a bitch try to call me out

Then I’m knowing that she got the wrong number

Got picked up in a Rolls Royce

And the neighbors tried to call Ghostbusters

Ran in my ex 'bout a week ago

And I swear to God he was so busted

Yo last video looked good

But the song weak and it’s no numbers

How we finna heat up on bitches?

I’m not here to fuck around and beat no summer

(Let's get it)

I don’t get the hype that got you people all excited

I’m a walking knot, make a nigga wanna tie it

It’s all about how you talk, might turn yo fan into a client

Told them «Imma feed the streets»

I know the real ain’t gon deny it

It’s a party but it’s private, you are not invited

They say «since when you switched it up?»

I say «I just decided»

I really live this life

Don’t need nobody else to write it

Niggas swearing that they fly

I guess somebody shot the pilot

Fuck a Benz, I need that Lambo

Yeah, I got that ammo

I promise niggas won’t get cleared like a sample

Made it to the hills

When my niggas still in a Bando

I’m so sick, I’m sipping Campbell’s

Hate to watch and flip the channel

They say X will mark the spot

I signed the line and got that treasure

Finessed him out his plugs

I put business over pleasure

They tell me they opinions

I don’t listen, fuck a lecture

I keep twenty on the dresser

Know these bitches feel the pressure