Lyrics Stop the World - Tate Kobang

Ah, cannot fuck with her, she ain′t giving throat
Bobby Brown jaw, I'm giving her dope
Can′t tote a A-R that ain't got a scope
Met her on Snapchat now I'm going ghost
Hang with the Hoovers, gorillas and Zoes

That A-1 perico you can′t cut with soap
Counting the bread, bitch my pockets on loaf
Love my lil′ bitch, I fuck her on the stove
Slide in her box like I'm coming to vote (eh yeah)
Can′t be with you then hang me from a rope, eh-eh
Straight from a rope

I be with the killers but my bitch the realest
I'm off the percy, the millies (yah)
If your love′s illegal then give me the sentence
My OG a shooter and I'm his apprentice (my OG a shooter)
I′ma Dior my bitch right down to her tennis (yah)
I swear she so evil, that bitch is a menace (hoy yah)
Her bestie all in my DM, tell that bitch mind her business
Fuck all them bitches (yah)

Say you love me, then you changed up
They don't want you 'til you′re famous
For you baby, I will stop the world

Nah-nah
Can′t live without you, I might go insane
Fendi umbrellas, I'm ducking the rain
This not my destiny, you are deranged
I let her eat it, she ain′t leave a stain
Let her hold the mic and she can't even sing
I put her in Yeezy and put her in Fendi
It wasn′t the pussy dog, it was the brain, yeah

I swag, I surf Telfar bag, check her purse
I got a strap, this not a nerf (what?)
They scheming on me, we gon' spin on them first (skrr)
I′m laying her off 'cause this ain't gon′ work (gon′ work)
She came to Atlanta, I took her to Cirque (Cirque)
They try steal my drip, gotta teach them to surf (surf)
Took my bitch from a lame and I doubled her worth, yeah

Say you love me, then you changed up
They don't want you ′til you're famous
For you baby, I will stop the world

Shawty was just into rats (rats)
These niggas be twitter fingers (fuck ′em)
And they be talking in caps
You see my face on her snap (snap)
I put my face in her lap (her lap)
I took her, she ain't coming back
Replacing all of my baby pictures with plaques

I taught her all the gang signs that my niggas be throwing (throw that)
And I lost a lot of bitches, all them bitches be hoeing (bitches be hoe′)
But I got a real one, talkin' 'bout bullets until you feel one (yah)
You rapping ′bout opps and ain′t kill none
You went to college, nigga, and you still dumb, yeah

Say you love me, then you changed up
They don't want you ′til you're famous
For you baby, I will stop the world