Yea... Hahaha... They ain't want me to uh... They ain't want me to make it this far homie... Them n*ggas dont give a fuck homie They just follow every move cuz they know a n*gga doin it, you feel me? IKON n*gga... Ay..
[Verse 1] Baking soda whippin, had the yola in my kitchen These niggas in the mafia, I'm rolling with my henchmen You busta ass niggas probably hope you catch me slippin But little that he knew I bought the home that he's up livin Bitch I've BEEN a gangsta, fuck that 40 that you're sippin You twisting up your fingers, but I KNOW that you ain't wit it I murder a nigga then but him inside of boat and then we ship it Leave him in the pacific, ocean to be specific Ghost town killas on that suit and tie shit Lookin like yakuza with the uzi watch this All you other niggas homie you are NOT shit Commit suicide quick or I'm using chop sticks You focused on my name but I was movin my shit Dumped it into music started doin my shit Dirty money clean, nigga who could stop this? Sell a couple thousand units like moving my bricks Started up north, word of mouth, couple zones Started touchin runners put your mouth on the chrome Clap a couple niggas then we bounce from your home Then my OGs from the south put me on Spit it hella wicked for the route I was on I'm wicked as a chemist get my alchemist on A couple new niggas came around, now they gone But I'm-a-leave a nigga leakin like a fountain was on Killa Rel a maniac, Look at where they made me at Pussy niggas hatin on me, Softer than some baby fat I know where your lady at, Where she keep the baby at Niggas they DONT want it, make a nigga spray the mac West coast put me on, so I made it back I'm just trying trying to real niggas like X rated back Fuck a nigga hatin on the brain get your brain detached Rep it for the west and for the muthafucking braniacs Hol' up...
[Chorus] Now tell me who can stop me (x4)
I know a lot of niggas out here that here think that they rappers But i dont hear a single fucking thing from you rappers (x3)
I know a lot of niggas out here that here think that they rappers IKON stand for I'm King Of Nebraska
[Verse 2] Yall niggas sweater than custard Fuck, cuz I touch more shit than a plunger, buster Niggas just loud like a busted muffler Treat that bitch body like lumber, I wonder 2 tecs. cevlar, and other thumpers USSR im Rushing mothers I could give a fuck about the niggas who just wanted beef I'm lookin at your hood like "23? You ain't ONE of me" Wonder why hoes hate cuz I'm so brain Wolfin all that G shit till I throw flame Cook em and I cut em just like cocaine I bet your baby mama know Iso name Tell them Babylon "No, I dont bang" Im runnin through the city in an Iso Range I'm probably in a bucket though, I'm so strange But I keep a big llama with an iso range I don't even listen to these local rappers Truthfully, I forgot what local rap is Yall ain't getting guap off them shows and thats it A bunch of broke niggas spittin flow for rappers Rap chose me, yall chose this rap shit The trap chose me, yall chose to rap it Yall n*ggas hoe exposed the ratchets The gat go squeeze - yall close ya' caskets I ain't about to check for these bogus n*ggas Can't see em.. yall ever seen bogus n*ggas? Ni*gas sweet like swishers I'll smoke them n*ggas I'll be so stuck up like posters n*gga I'm better than I've ever been, You messin with a veteran Brainsick n*gga, yup ain't no medicine Sleep on the kid Now overdose on some sedatives Yall ni*gas can't even fuck with my '07 shit n*gga... hol' up...
[Chorus] Now tell me who can stop me (x4)
I know a lot of niggas out here that here think that they rappers But i dont hear a single fucking thing from you rappers (x3)
I know a lot of niggas out here that here think that they rappers IKON stand for I'm King Of NebraskaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
