Louie Ray - Stop the Show lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Pulled that b*tch out, let me stop the show Pulled that b*tch out, let me stop the show Pulled that b*tch out, let me stop the show Yeah, okay (Okay) Yeah, okay Southside sh*t [Verse 1] I can't stop, I just got some minor pussy off a paint job I just spent a half a hour in a dank shop She chewin' me to get her where's, like a day spa Okay I ain't tryna see what I done did until the cake stop Since I been gettin' dough, I can't count a day I ain't shop "Ay Louie, you look like you gettin' on" That's why I can't stop They not gon' tell you nothin' 'bout them boys, it's a great spot Yeah, just keep comin' 'round the curb, this a straight spot 'Cause evеn in a dope gang, you can fall off and stay hot Yeah, ni**a, nah, for real 'Causе even in a dope gang, you can fall off and stay- Okay Wrong time in the wrong place, he caught a straight shot Lock my in with two or three strings, that's my bake crop Even if I had to cook a piece of dope, I made straight drop Told the b*tch "I know your pussy fire, but it ain't wok" You talkin' 'bout some drank, but it ain't wok You got some bullsh*t handguns, they ain't Glocks Two or three bands on you spread, that ain't guap What the fu*k do I got in my head, 'cause they ain't woks A deuce is the two litre equivalent to a straight pop Will I still get out here and serve, ni**a yah' You big legged, go get a bigger bony ni**a dropped Are you gon' hit his top? Like, big homie, n- Yah' [Chorus] Pulled that b*tch out, let me stop the show Pulled that b*tch out, let me stop the show (Okay) Pulled that b*tch out, let me stop the show [Verse 2] Your dawg like a thot, how he stopped through the smoke I couldn't see clear, but I shot through the smoke I ain't recognize a knock, so I shot through the door A ni**a went back for nothin' two times on parole Prolly' dressed nice too, but you ain't got nothin' on my clothes You prolly' do have sex, but ain't got nothin' on my hoes I be fu*kin' in designer without nothin' on my clothes This my time, not gon' do nothin' without a po' You know I want the best weed, but tryna buy it for the low I ain't really in the J's, but prolly' buy 'em for a hoe Bought on two or three bowls, but we be buyin' 'em to smoke Whichever b*tch don't fu*k ain't gettin' invited here no more I try to stay up out of Flint, they been inditin' who I know I know you wanna be with me, a big sight in where I go The broke b*tches really ain't excitin' no more Okay, sparkle Off Whites, I only bought 'em for the show I ain't order these off the line, I bought 'em out the store This the one for 6000, an embroidery coat You is nobody, as far as your a b*tch, you every show I'ma prolly' be big [Outro] Southside sh*t Yeah, the farther that I go (For real) (Yeah, I'm prolly' gettin' more big the farther that I go)