Big Moochie Grape - Non Stop lyrics

[Intro] Woo (Ayo, BandPlay) Haha, yeah (Yeah) [Verse 1] b*tch, I'm back at it (Uh, yeah) Post up in the hood, I'm servin' crack addicts (Uh, yeah) Backstabbin'-ass ni**as act like f*ggots (Uh, yeah) I can't fu*k with b*tches 'cause they know they maggots (Uh, yeah) Baguettes in my watch, b*tch, look at the carats (Uh, yeah) Diamonds Conley jumpin', b*tch, they Conley dancin' (Uh, yeah) Killin' up in fashion, b*tch, I'm dapper dabbin' (Uh, yeah) And they call me Hitler 'cause I send assassins (Yes sir, yeah) Before the deal, yeah, Big Moochie was really trappin' (Yeah) Before the deal, yeah, Big Moochie was really clappin' (Yeah) fu*k ni**as down (Yeah) Gang pull up on your block with hundred rounds OG on it, Dust Town, I put it down (Huh) [Interlude] Yeah, do y'all know who put it down, for real, ni**a? Stop playin' with me, ha Let's go Yeah, all these pussy ni**as talkin' 'bout this affidavit (Uh) But they can't pull up a lineup or a fu*kin' statement (Yeah) Got ni**as and b*tches mad, yeah, 'cause they know that they basic Now I got their ass big mad 'cause they see Big Moochie made it (Yeah) Stuck with the gang, no tradin' (Yeah) Number one, Tracy McGrady (Yeah) Big Moochie doin' no tellin' (Yeah) Put that on Zalea Navaya (My baby) Posted in the hood 'til my days got better (Yeah) Killers, they with me, they ready whenever Bad thick b*tch and her color vanilla (Yeah) Hit her from the back, now I call her yellow (Yellow, yellow) Huh, I tried to tell you (I tried) ni**as really b*tches, they ain't out, they really scary (Yeah) Bloodbath on a ni**a and the b*tch is bloody mary (Yeah) fu*k 'em all, we send 'em all to the cemetery (Yeah) [Interlude] fu*k all my opps All y'all can die Join the rest of 'em who dead We gettin' rich, yeah (No cap) [Verse 3] My mama say she want a Maybach, gotta put her in it We on the block, we standin' out, these ni**as, no, they ain't spinnin' The gang gang independent (Gang, gang) And plus, we really winnin', ni**as just dick-lickin' Got your b*tch in my mentions, she really want attention I told her pay attention, b*tch, how much is you givin'? I get racks out her purse (Yeah), and the rest out her titties (The rest of) I be breakin' b*tches, really be breakin' b*tches You gotta give me your bankroll, b*tch, if you want extensions (On God) And all my clips extended (Clips), these ni**as want me ended (Finished) Well, b*tch, I'm just gettin' started, b*tch, I'm nowhere finished (Nowhere) And the Paper Route Illuminati, I stand on that business (I stand on it, yeah) [Interlude] I stand on this sh*t, for real, ni**a (I swear to God) I'm talkin' 'bout all the way (All the way) [Verse 4] Yeah, uh, one more time (Uh) ni**as hate to see me on my grind, now I shine (Yeah) b*tches wanna see these VVS', now they blind (Uh) Big baguettes up in my Rollie, yeah, expensive time (Yeah) Count big racks up in the Maybach, yeah, while I recline (Yeah) Mama say, "You got a talent," got rich off of rhymin' (Uh) Run some b*tch, keep callin' my phone, know I'm finna decline it (Yeah) Major labels callin' my phone, know I'm finna decline it (Yeah) ni**as, they really be hidin', no, they really not slidin' (Uh) Chop cut 'em half, divide 'em, uh, young ni**a high as a pilot (Yeah) Brand new whip, no mileage, yeah, fu*k your b*tch 'til she got mileage (Yeah) I was down bad, fu*ked up in the hood, real lost, then I found me some guidance (Then I found some guidance, yeah)