Testo someone make it stop - mike.

someone make it stop

You a suspect, someone I don’t ever wanna fuck with
Fuck that, money on my mind, I want my bucks hat
Trust that, karma gon' be coming for you, trust that
Upset, bitch I’m on the yacht, I can’t be upset
Fuck yeah, I’m the underdog, I can’t be upset
Fuck no, I ain’t trusting y’all and you can trust that
Trust that, gave it all to God, you can trust that (Trust that)
Trust that (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Shooting from the hip, mm
Shoulder got a chip
When I dip, you dip, we dip for all the bullshit that you did (Pew, pew, pew,
pew, pew)
I’m from the hip, when I dip, you dip, we dip
I’m not a boy, I think it’s time you learn (Yeah)
I’m on cardio, running on beats
In the morning, I’m running on beach
And the money is running to me
And it come when I’m counting the sheep
And I’m somewhere, I’m living remote
And the beaches are private as me
Got a captain, he came with a boat
I don’t tell him, he know where to go
How the fuck I’m bored? I been cooking on a yacht
How the fuck I talk? And it’s a movie every stop
I could barely walk, I got woozy on a dock
I stay ten toes, swear I got Gucci on my socks
And fuckin' with me is a risk
It’s better when I’m outta reach
My mama is ten on a beach
Not tellin' ya again, capeesh?
I thank God for peace
I traded all y’all for peace
I traded a bitch for peace
I traded a bitch for a queen
I’m on cardio, running on beats
In the morning I’m running on beach
And the money is running to me
And it come when I’m counting the sheep
And I’m somewhere, I’m living remote
And the beaches are private as me
Got a captain, he came with a boat
I don’t tell him, he know where to go
How the fuck I’m bored? I been cooking on a yacht
How the fuck I talk? It’s a movie every stop
I could barely walk, I got woozy on a dock
I stay ten toes, swear I got Gucci on my socks (Yeah)
Someone make it stop (Yeah)
Just everybody, st-stop the cap
Yeah (Yeah)
I’m on cardio, running on beats
Yeah, I traded it all for me (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Shootin' from the hip, mm
Someone make it stop
And God, no one fucking told me
And I don’t know where to park
Used to have a big ol' mountain, now I got a yacht