Emcee Bladez - Can't Stop Ibe lyrics

[Verse 1- Emcee Bladez] Don't try it, you could not pull it off All these f**ing haters trying to f** me off guard My god, i'm hated all around sets Stress plus talent is a little bit or less I'm sorry ya'll to ya'll who care Im here right now, like I ball in a leap year Dont try me, I'm never gon try that Ibe's best, recite that On my line means you ball, f** a sideline Ain't that tall but lebron give me Hi-5 Going round places, al-damn-right LEFT behind, meaning I followed the RIGHT path A big tittie, hoe im gon sign that Aline that, alright that, It's time to combine that Straight to the right line, punchline Make it hard enough to ignite all the fun crimes Uh, this song is all about me Make it wanna play, ain't this barney I ain't got friends so I'm all about her You think you can stop me, ((ha-ha)) Banter At-last I got my hands on a b**h Thats no medal, as you rhyming this sh** 1-71 plays from your set alone Thats the amounts of clones each teen breeds, bladez You can't stop me, you better appreciate that When i dropped FDJ You n***as take it out like a trash can Can erase can't a phrase in a motherf**in counter face Trace and pace as fast in case a blade will cut you off like a scar-face I'm bladez [Chorus- $HO-B] They can't stop us now x2, no way They can't stop us now x2, no way They can't stop us now x2, no way Oh, ay, oh The way I'm sipping on booty, the way I'm dipping on booty Yeah b**h, that's a heart attack I'm looking at this b**h like oh, baby gimme all of that, Right? She feeling this goodish life, everything crack like [?] Whip in my 6'4, chilling with Bladez baby that's on top b**h [Verse 2- Emcee Bladez] I'm back, I can't stop The struggle that's involved means a charger to a pot that's hot That means It don't relate And when the time comes, I ain't gon be up in the game Hoe, you get my statement I'm underrated, and understated and overpeculiated The time is always right for Bladez, just to fire any hoes who he hated Uh to you a** four head mango Go away please, you have two like tango Your chick sells chicken So coincidental that she got a forehead big a** breast that connects My spit fires, so im lyrically tired Admit it, i mean it, im in it to k** it Got me hanging off a ledge like accountants Finish Before im gon just know you can't f** with bladez