Lyrics C.S.W.S - Lil Teddy

Still giving n hell, I swear that shit nothing nice
Funny how n be loving on bitches we lust in one night (Let's talk about it)

(And this shit can't stop, and this shit won't stop)
(And this shit can't stop nah, and this shit won't stop)

Counting up dividends, pockets swole up
In the field, Andrew no luck
In this street shit ain't no love
N want beef, slice his ass like cold cuts
I don't give a fuck if a n hating, so what
Man, tell these sucker n catch up
Know she want vibe cause I'm next up
Still I'm gone dive in it, then it's right back to the profits
Shit it's back to the ave, back to this hot shit
Stop it, n ain't on what I'm rockin
Top tier know they wondering how I got here
Seen n switch lanes, said fuck it when and switched gears
I don't fear no n only fear of God apparel when I'm outchea
Allat dick riding shit, n too weird
I see they watching like scouts in here
Swear this shit ain't no stopping here

(And this can't stop, and this shit won't stop)

Let a na get up out of pocket, Trav in the cut and he heavy with that rocket
I ain't talking James Harden, better step back
My grind, mans these nas catch that
Huah, fronting your move get you laughed at
Huah, no wonder she's hitting my jack back
Tap that than I push off like a scat pack
Only see me in this shit I can care less
Come correct or get left they gone stamp that
This "Balenci, the 'B yeah I rep that
Know they watching so I gotta state that, how could I fake that
Not really hearing these n, I'm putting the fear in these n
Playing my card how I deal them
Aye, fuck what they talking and fuck how they feeling

And this can't stop, and this shit won't stop
And this can't stop nah, and this shit won't stop
And this can't stop nah, and this shit won't stop
And this can't stop nah, and this shit won't stop

Quit ranting
Before I have them yougins to jam it
They not with the talking they snappin, quick to come sink your whole block titanic
Back in my zone it's havoc
For n and bitches, ain't giving no passes
Not tryna tag it it's too much like plastic, Porche nine-11 I'm cruising through traffic
Ain't never ducking no static
Too far apart from these actor living a script man this shit too backwards
Foot on they necks got'em gasping
Killing the game swear this shit target practice
N can't hang too fragile, steady complaining she's cancelled
Ain't balling but scoring shit I'm too much to handle, feel like Lamar with the handles
OG's like "young you a damn fool"
Old hoes like "I can't stand you"
Probably because I ain't give them a chance to, too busy cashing out on YSL flannels
Fuck what it was I ain't trippin, live in the slums where it's griddy
Where the weak don't survive
Built for this shit is you listening, rollin the dice and I'm hittin
Swear this shit never stops

And this can't stop, and this shit won't stop
And this can't stop nah, and this shit won't stop
And this can't stop nah, and this shit won't stop
And this can't stop nah, and this shit won't stop