SkiBs - Can't Stop lyrics

What's up, what's up Delay No More Ayo, let's keep it simple Gon tell me just what you into I can spit it off the top or in the booth with a pencil Yeah I'm feeling like the sh** Ya'll sitting on the sh**ter man I'm following my dreams, ya'll can follow me on Twitter Got a winner in the making, never giving I'm taking Yeah I'm bout to take em, I'm bout to take it all I'm bout to ball, coldest one of you bout to par Always stay four twenty f**ing steps ahead of ya'll Ditch cla** now I'm bout to write a rap man You got some friends, introduce em to the Rap Man People see me in the city they like, "That's him!" You forgot about me, boy let's bring it back Like Batman, k**ing Jokers and k**ing losers I'm feeling super, can't see me like Mr. Luther I always go hard, ya'll would think I'm made of Iron Man What a Fantastic Four bar spittin' fire man I got these trees, they be burning like a Green Lanturn You do Riddler, but I don't need an answer Girl that's your problem, all you do is Wonder Woman Kids like Thor, yo he's always got that thunder with him And f** them ya'll, I'm bout to be a superhero Robert De Niro meets Joey Leonetti's bureau No Euros, again, yeah I always be switchin' This kid is on the rise, told you that I'm f**in' different And everything be clicking, homie that's f**ing chill Yo we gotta have four and a couple hours to k** We smoking sour for real, we smoke and need a meal I toke and I rap, give a f** about a deal You say these rappers are dope, trust me I've been iller They say I f**ed the rap game, well I meant to k** it You've gone against a sinner, now you go against the winner I come alive in the night, me and Ben Stiller We getting stoned, blowing it by the O Now that's a night at the museum, homie welcome to the show Yo, I've gotta go Yo, we've gotta go Cuz that sh** we smoking bomb, I'm hoping it don't explode With my little eye homie, I spy pot Before I break your f**ing dreams with this drive I've got Ayo it's musical chairs, I ain't even find my spot But Imma take away your seat with these rhymes I've got I've been working all night while they thought that I was restin' They wake up and then there ain't no question I walk into the party boy, I'm feeling so restless And first thing I see is three of my ex's I say tic-tac-toe, tic-tac-toe, talking like bout punch lines like b**h that's dope See ya'll don't understand, I got a f**ing plan Shooting for the top and I ain't even got a gun in hand Ya I be running man, tryna make a hundred grand Flight just started bout to get it while you f**ing land I create what I was destined to make Ayo it's Skibs the f**ing kid, I'm d**h to the hate Little kid, I'm just taking a piss And ya'll just trying to diss and I'm just taking a miss If ya'll don't get what you are to me, that makes you a b**h The rest of you played it safe and I'm just taking a risk Skibs Uh, uh, can't stop Uh, uh, can't stop b**h