Yung Brody - Nothing Can Stop Me lyrics

[Intro] Eh yo Brody I don't think they stoppin' us right now [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Nothing can stop me, I'm way too co*ky Turn you into chopped meat In hockey, I'm Crosby - Sidney All of y'all ain't f**in' with me when I'm rackin' Cause you're, you're Alex Ovetchkin And I'm all sorts of nice You the type to get strangled by a cordless mic You think you buzzin' I ignore your hype Freestylin' cause your a** can't afford to write And me, well I do boast, but I'm too dope Your whole crew chokes 'cause they know I chew most Blue smoke and it's rolled in a cigar Your girl won't let me hit 'cause she know that I'm a star You act and can't spit, trapped in sandpits You scruffy as a mutt, rockin' hats with dandruff I wrote a whole zip, blow it in the air I spit cancer, now you losin' all your hair [Hook: Mac Miller, (Yung Brody)] I stand strong, nothing gone stop me We got the verses, Big Jerm got the hot beat We gone blow, bought to let it go Eh yo Brody, you need to let 'em know I stand strong, nothing gone stop me We got the verses, Big Jerm got the hot beat We gone blow, bought to let it go (Eh yo Mac), you need to let 'em know [Verse 2: Yung Brody] Eh yo Mac, listen Cops tryna knock me, no one can stop me n***as Look a little sloppy, I'm swinging like Rocky Strapped like an armed robbery, I'm robbin' [?]The locksmith[?] I'm arrogant [?] Ride b**hes like jockeys Quicker than fast, gettin' rid of this cash Chopper in hand just to split your fitted in half I'm hungover bent, plus a hundred percent Nice Catholic boy so I cooked your mother for lent Rich n***a sh**, yeah, like I'm listening to Gucci Pop three shells, leave 'em fizzin' like a Ruffie Man I'm just a [?] And I'm coming through next Pushing numbers like 1-800-COLLECT Yah [Hook: Mac Miller, (Yung Brody)] I stand strong, nothing gone stop me We got the verses, Big Jerm got the hot beat We gone blow, bought to let it go Eh yo Brody, you need to let 'em know I stand strong, nothing gone stop me We got the verses, Big Jerm got the hot beat We gone blow, bought to let it go (Eh yo Mac), you need to let 'em know