Blac Youngsta, BIG30, Pooh Shiesty - Stop Sign Lyrics

Yeah, I don't give a fuck about no opp dyin'
You better have yours 'cause I got mines
Pussy niggas, they wanna stop mines
I'm from Memphis where they kill you at the stop sign
Nigga, I ain't lyin'

Fuckin' with the gang, it's a shootout (gang, gang)
Nigga, we don't give a fuck who out (gang)
I done tough talked but I cooled out (brr)
I fuck on that lil' bitch with my tool out (gang, gang)
I can't lie again, I can't tell on my friend
They asked and you told what you knew 'bout (fuck, nigga)
I charged my F&N, hope it blow again
I'm the first one to shoot in a shootout (brr)
The opps catch your dawg, what you do 'bout it? (do 'bout it)
Pussy-ass nigga, you ain't shoot 'bout it (shoot 'bout it)
Them niggas killed my dawg, bullets all good
The next day we was out the roof 'bout it (brr)
When I'm in the hotel room, they gon' do lobbies
Too important, we talkin' money, I got shoe boxes
Bet my brother I'd catch them niggas 'cause he knew 'bout it
Could have got nine years, yeah, but he got two bodies (gang, gang)
I said

Reach for my chains, you gon' die today (right away)
Could have had the opps but they got away (got away)
Let him get in the truck in my driveway (driveway)
My opps sent your ass from outer space (pfoom)
I don't tell lies, I got my own style
I don't fuck with fuck niggas, by the way (by the way)
Don't you be surprised if I up my .5
I don't even trust niggas, by the way (brr)

I ain't never panic in a shootout (shootout)
We gon' find out where he been, make him move out
I'm tryna park ten hellcats at my new house
A number of Perc thirties in the trap, this a blue house (ayy)
Can't never go out sad, sixty in this MAC
I shot the pen 'til it blew out (blew out)
Sendin' .762s out the sunroof
We hit his block in a new Audi
Always smokin' these opps, got it too cloudy
Get 'em whacked, take a flight 'fore they knew 'bout it
My lil' niggas love me, they gon' shoot 'bout me
They might pull out, shoot you out a Bugatti
I'm livin' everyday like I might die tomorrow
It's one nigga ran, but he went that far
Takin' pussy rappers out they double-R's
It's two millionaires in these stolen cars (brr)

Ten-thousand on guns, nigga, who runnin'?
Said we doin' too much, nigga, do somethin'
Finger fuckin' the Drac' 'til it's through cummin'
And a nigga better not move the cars 'til I'm through dumpin'
Try me like a bitch, nigga, you gon' die today
This a Glock-19 with a thirty-round clip
And an automatic switch on it, by the way
'Set trippin' on a Vine, got to have a trait
I be totin' the air, all my Drac's, it be trippin'
Like, "Damn, you forgot that you got a case"
I ain't forget, I'm just slidin' with this .308
Ain't no beefin', fuck, Wheezy's a DOA
If you thinkin' it's sweet, better go think again
'Cause I'm playin' it cool and you gettin' baked
And we playin' for keeps, put it in a safe
Ain't no playin' with me 'cause we press play

New Rolex I took from the jeweler
These new Cuban links for my shooter
Ten stacks for a body, he do you
No run, man, he knock out your noodles
New Rolex I took from the jeweler
These new Cuban links for my shooter
Ten stacks for a body, he do you