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bando gz - no stopping lyrics

no stopping lyrics
[intro]
(elvis)
graah, graah, graah, boom
kha struct on what?
it’s that bando n+gga, up a o and i’m adding a k n+gga
mister jack me or clap me you heard
don’t lack, at all, at all
ayo gz on the ride like a gucci belt you heard
rpt 4 sev 4 sev
(you know borleone shot this sh+t)

[verse 1: bando]
ebk better walk with your grip
f+ck the cap n+ggas dont be on sh+t
like shots gettin’ fired we spot him it’s lit
me and kha back to back on they stripe
told my ooter to chill tryna boom out the whip
he tryna get low better hope he don’t trip
like f+ck all the flocks, couple opps in my spliff
he didn’t look back when that n+gga got hit
man they diss but don’t live what they rap
on the block got to stay with the strap
like bro doing time i pray he make it back
and f+ck all the beefing we smoke a lil’ pack

[verse 2: kha structure]
said i got the drop from [?] and i’m good
big ebk ion care what you heard
smoking cj [?]
like f+ck that bando what’s the word?
[?] yeah it be like 30
i cannot f+ck that, b+tches be dirty
come to my [?] like she gettin’ st+rdy
got her bunny hopping off the yerky
[verse 3: bando, kha structure]
doa, thats a code red in the spot
smoking jb caught a neck shot
i could put a baby n+gga in a box
smoking cj ’til my heart stop
all these n+ggas dissing but these n+ggas broke
[?] p+ssy tell him get a coat
tried to get a feature from me on the low
n+gga mori blixk is a joke
riding through the sev tryna catch a hit
smoking nazzy resting up in p+ss
bc tight i’m tryna get his b+tch
so mad that he sold my sh+t
smoking set da trend’s pop in the booth
like sh+t it’ll get lit if i spot c blu
and this 38 coming in handy
why the f+ck nicko still built like a tranny
hollow shots gon’ lift that n+gga
like kha who that get with that n+gga
kha struct gon’ bl!ck that n+gga
like, graah graah boom
catch a o he get beat out his kicks
smoking noah got beat on his stripe
like yellow get pack and they ain’t do sh+t
rb came out limping like a b+tch
i might beat up that sh+t in the telly
i heard [?] got shot in the belly
he talking on bro now he ’bout to be deady
i might throw a party with confetti
we gon’ up it and flock it, tryna clear the room
catch lil’ bouba put him on the news
thinking sh+t sweet cause he with the goons
man them n+ggas dying with him too
[outro]
boom

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