Stop Me - Trapo

Ain’t a thing in the world that can stop me

Know the rules, bitch I move like a nazi

Be cool for this crossing

I’ve been for the peace in the streets, boy I’m Gandhi

It take more than a blog to define me

A couple A&Rs tried to sign me

I make them fly me out, me and moms and the homies

It’s amazing the things that I’m saying I’m good and I’m—

Goddamn, Trap

You better than plenty niggas, you in Trap

You doing another show, where you been Trap?

You counting a lotta dough, what you spend Trap?

Bitch, I want a rolex, a timepiece

A broad from a different country, a dime piece

Record her, she let me tape her

Imported, she know I’m really important

And if it leak, they won’t find me

I don’t think they’ve had enough

Eat this motherfucker up

Indigo flow through my blood

I’m still a nigga you can’t trust

All this music sound the same

Feeling like the runner up

Trapo winning

Niggas hate cause all my shit is raw as fuck

I don’t need to take a break

Niggas mad ‘cause I’m the one

Trapo’s song, niggas love it

‘Cause they know there’s more to come

They won’t book me for a show

Fuck ‘em, I don’t need they funds

Let me catch they ass alone

Watch your favorite rapper run

But I saw it coming it’s a classic

I just made a couple racks off the last one I’m flashy

I’m stacking like some clothes in a basket

Imagine the things we could do with some time and some practice

Some time and some practice

I grind, ain’t the same cause you still and I’m active

This a stain, this a style you gon' have to bite

I’m a name I’ll be proud in the afterlife

The afterlife

Put a flint to the dope get an appetite

It’s a game I’m a coach I’m a captain right

I’m a name I’ll be proud in the afterlife

In the afterlife

Put a flint to the dope get an appetite

It’s a game I’m a coach I’m a captain right

I’m a name I’ll be proud in the afterlife

If I want to, like I’m gon' do, I run shit for a long time

It’s from way back, in the lunchroom

Used to run shit, now it’s on time

If I want to, like I’m gon' do, I run shit for a long time

It’s from way back, in the lunchroom