SHARXXX - DON'T $TOP PT. 2 lyrics

[FROOT] Bouta take a trip to the liquor store, get some mo' Beer ski mask on my face, rob the place then go I'm in the clear, now I cheer, count the bills from the cashier Five hundred dollars, better than the heist from last year Gotta step up my game, gonna hold up a bank They already know my name from a check that's black I'll leave no one to point the blame, I'll blow up a gas tank On my way out, from now on things'll never be the same k**in' cops left and right don't care what they rank Wearin' flip flops evadin' pigs in a tank And if the beat drops you ain't got no one to the thank 'cept the DJ that stops every moment the club bang Screwed and chopped, not like the Wu-Tang Clan But ODB still the man, BF top of the chain CBK blow ya brains, DTP leave ya slain LOOTER$QUAD ßITCH $HIFT MOß know what I'm sayin? [SHARXXX] It don't stop like the L train Sendin' cops to hell mane ßITCH $HIFT MOß and we the dons like Pileggi, man Weighin' bodies down, clean k**s wrapped in cellophane Did you piss yourself or is that yellow paint and lemonade? Saw you in your dad's crip dancin' in them hammer pants Actin' like you pansy gon land you in an ambulance Lampin' in the back cuz I'm the paramedic I'mma wrap this stethoscope around your neck as tight as I can get it Tigther than this track so a player know I ain't jokin' Hangin' with the Froot like an apple tree and dank smokin' Dane Cook, f** em I'mma shoot em in that smug face Depressive Tongue Posse and you knew we kept them d** laced [FROOT] I roll up to your home 9-milli made of chrome Spines all chilly put the barrel to they dome Rhymes gettin' silly when I tell em it's made of plastic Make em s** my willy that would be fantastic Nah b**h sh** really bouta get drastic Voices gettin' shrilly now that I'm not sarcastic Drag you down a hilly brah, that sh** cla**ic k** ya and a fill a hole, put you in a casket Spill your guts and grill em son, that's a little graphic Slip you through a slicer somethin' bad's about to happen Flip you on a keiser bun, now you ain't laughin' Don't break the cypher or I'mma have to take some action Do a couple lifers just because I can't do fractions And I can't decipher any additions or subtractions And we don't stop Smoke a couple spliffs and I meditate Play a phat riff yo I dedicate This goes out to all the motherf**in' hatin' a** bustas Anyone who try to help you make it, you can't trust em And I hate to break it but your flow's straight mustard Crusty a** custard, whatchu huffin, dusters? I'm in disgust sir, I ain't drink enough sirrup Eyes chinked from the purp Only worship herbal church I ain't certain that it works Draw the curtains, on the lurk Pour some bourbon, go berserk Sell your organs to a turk Can't afford it might get murked And record it, I'mma jerk And we don't stop