Bryan "B. Lay" Lay - Who Can Stop Us? lyrics

[Hook: Deuce] Who can stop us now? While the whole world bows Watch us share this crown Every time you step in, we push you out Who can stop us now? While the whole world bows Try and bring us down Every time we step in, we push you out [Verse 1: Ronnie Radke] I rock hard, (no sleep) Marriage, (not me) My shoe game is so cold, see Two reasons I got cold feet And friendship is important My gear is all imported Deuce is on my chorus Me and B.Lay gonna get that Forbes List And I'm gonna straight roll to each state though Gonna make a f**in' k**ing on a bank roll And can't ya see that I will compete With any other rapper in the game, bro? And I got this, cause I'm a locksmith Got the game on lock In a hot minute, and I'mma lose my cool When I step up in the booth 'Bout to lose a tooth, cause I'm flossing No oxygen b**h, I'm a glitch away When I flip this motherf**er I got sh** to say Be cautious b**h I'm a twitch away From snappin' on another f**in' b**h today Cause I'mma bench the weight And I'mma get the cake If anybody got a problem, I could demonstrate To definition of a sauna, hotter than the summer Park it undercover I'ma beat the case of record Trailer gonna, gonna, gun it like a gunner, put my foot up on the pedal to the metal, motherf**er I'm a runner, and you wonder how I came up from the gutter With a scalpel and a son of f** I swear I'm a part of ya'll on another level I got turn up, gonna k** 'em with the thunder, motherf**ers gettin' dumber f** you plumbers, s**in' sh** up like a plunger Everybody's got a problem, check it bubber Anybody wanna solve it? Get my number, f** you harder I'ma gut you like a motherf**in' Glock [Hook] [Verse 2: B.Lay] Born to win, most my n***as were born to sin, I'm born again Rock with the pistol, all christian I'll cross you out for steppin' in, with my crew What it do? Sup, dude? Wit crew eyes And new 2 Pac in the boondocks I'm never givin' in to your rude thoughts And I'm bangin' like a motherf**in' boombox Since age of two Lookin' outside, seein' red and blue With a sue, woo-hoo And a goo-goo twos And my coo-coo moon, so who are you to question? Never hung 'round n***as that gang bang Let their pants hang, do their damn thang Let the pistol bang, and the booty sang Gets past the jail with the booty train So who's gonna stop me now? Huh? I rose from the ghetto to a different level The motherf**in' Devil won a hell of a hell hold If Hell froze, (Hell nah) Come walk in my shoes, see a different view Want with your shoes To be another motherf**in' stat in the news I planned it, boo And you wonder why all my n***as like fancy j**els, baggy pants, and flashy shoes? Been bobbin' the source and pa**in' dudes I'm a fashion dude I'm dat n***a doe And my new back, and my new swag And my new snap in that game Yeah, I'm dat new, n***a' dat rain [Hook] [Bridge: Ronnie Radke] Who's gonna stop us now? Who's gonna stop us now? (Nobody, nobody) Who's gonna stop us now? (Who can stop us now?) (Nobody, nobody) Who's gonna stop us now? (Who can stop us now?) (Nobody, nobody) (Who can stop us now?) Who's gonna stop us now? (Who can stop us now?) (Nobody, nobody) Who's gonna stop us now? (Who can stop us now?) (Nobody...)