Текст песни Can't Stop 3 (RIP TAKEOFF) - Izaya Tiji

(I love Kape, for real)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
(Thr6xpack), Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

All you hear is shots, all you hear is shots
All you hear is poppin', all you hear is pop
Uh-uh, up, uh-uh, up, uh-uh, up
Uh-uh, up, uh-uh, up
Wrap that boy up like a mummy, wrap 'em up like doc, doc, doc
Uh, uh-uh, uh, uh, uh
Anaconda, wrap that boy up, wrap that boy up knot, knot, knot
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
And I told her not
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Not my type
Yeah, I tell 'em "Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh"
Ah, I can't stop
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip
I need Cortisone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And this shit go dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Record it tonight
Ah, na-na-na, ah, ah, na-na-na
Ah, na-na-na, ah, yeah, it go dumb
Yeah, ah, yeah, ah, yeah, ah
We drop all this in the fall
L-e, l-e, l-e
Drop them bodies then go up, uh-uh, up, uh-uh, up
Drop them bodies then go up, uh-uh, up, uh-uh, up

And we took off in the Bentley, yeah, Bentayga, ah-ah-ah
That white bitch wanna give me top, called the lady back up
I'm gon' hop up in this spaceship like "R.I.P Takeoff"
Yeah they just might call me racist, oh, I drop these niggas off
Boy, don't put me on your blog, backdoor open slime 'em out
You niggas got ran down, that's your fault
223s came down, doin' they job
223s came down, lookin like fire
Hotel, hunnid girls act mine
Everybody got a switch, yeah, they on the rise
Heard everybody got a blick, heard everybody got Bible
And the .22 fit, don't need a marker
Yeah, cut yo' throat if you ain't a rider
Knock a snitch off, throw him in the water
Hop on the track, yuh, feel like I'm Carter
Hop on the track, yuh, feel like I'm Wayne
Hollowtips bite, yuh, they got some fangs
Slide in yo' city, ain't worried 'bout your gang
And I'm ridin' wit' yo' bitch, and know you 'bout to hate
ABG, yeah, she call me "Bae"
I ain't even make it, but I'm just sayin'
Triple X on boy, yeah, look like a race
Just like a pornstar, catch a shot in the face, yuh

All you hear is shots, all you hear is shots
Why you hear poppin', ooh, hear the pop
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Wrap that boy up like a mummy, wrap 'em up like duck, duck, duck
Uh, uh-uh, uh, uh
Anaconda, wrap that boy up, wrap that boy up nice, nice, nice
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
And I told her not
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Not my type
Yeah, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Ah, I can't stop
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip
I need Cortisone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And this shit go dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Record it tonight
Ah, ah, na-na-na, ah, ah, na-na-na