[Intro]

(Stop it)

(Do it)

Uh

[Chorus]

I can't stop, I won't stop (Can't)

I can't stop 'til I make it to the top

Applying that pressure, they want me to flop (Huh)

Got nothing but love like Heavy D

Faith in above, he blessing me (Uh, uh)

Nigga gon' hate from a distance

Duece of that red, I'm tipsy

Gotta stay ahead or you'll miss it

Taking them risks, I ain't pinching pennies

He can't get in, he ain't been to Fendi

Grind 'til the end of the last inning

Used to be broke, that's past tense

Kick down the door with the gang

Stuck with the change, I ain't worry 'bout fame

If you take losses, still gotta maintain (Loss)

I'ma go out same way I camе

Slatt

[Refrain]

Yeah, lot of money out herе, better get you some

Riding 'round town with a big ass bomb

So many touchdowns that I hurt my arm

Dirty racks on the way, got me itching my palms

Straight to the top, feel like LeBron

[Verse]

Can't hate on no nigga, I'll die before that

Cut his ass off 'cause you can't race with slatt

They tit-for-tat, no forward and back

Reach for the stars and nothing less

Good from the Wock', I copped the Tech

Don't do it at all, it was not your best

Roll ZaZa, ain't no point in stressing

Got took off and learned his lesson

Be the same nigga that talk and flop

Put in that work, look down from the top

[Chorus]

I can't stop, I won't stop (Can't)

I can't stop 'til I make it to the top

Applying that pressure, they want me to flop (Huh)

Got nothing but love like Heavy D

Faith in above, he blessing me (Uh, uh)

Nigga gon' hate from a distance

Duece of that red, I'm tipsy

Gotta stay ahead or you'll miss it

Taking them risks, I ain't pinching pennies

He can't get in, he ain't been to Fendi

Grind 'til the end of the last inning

Used to be broke, that's past tense

Kick down the door with the gang

Stuck with the change, I ain't worry 'bout fame

If you take losses, still gotta maintain (Loss)

I'ma go out same way I came

Slatt

Slatt

[Refrain]

Yeah, lot of money out here, better get you some

Riding 'round town with a big ass bomb

So many touchdowns that I hurt my arm

Dirty racks on the way, got me itching my palms

Scrape the top, feel like LeBron

Slatt

Yeah, riding 'round town with a big ass bomb

So many touchdowns that I hurt my arm

Dirty racks on the way, got me itching my palms

Straight to the top, feel like LeBron