Ya Don't Stop

[Hook] You don't stop, you keep on! [Verse 1: JuJu] It's the Junkyard nigga, kid, you know what I'm about Puffing on a fat one, guzzling a Guinness Stout Boning bitches on a regular My game is lethal, that's my word, I'm telling ya Living foul like a motherfucker That's the way it's been ever since I was a shorty, sucker So don't even try to flex I'll put a round in your chest and leave you in a fucking mess Niggas know my style, they be playing If I have to catch a body I will, know what I'm saying? Niggas from Corona don't be having it You put your face in my grill I'll be stabbing it You fuck around and catch a bad one I'll kill you like a six-pack and put you in a bag, son And I still ain't fronting Fully loaded Tec, chump, ready to go hunting [Hook] [Verse 2: Psycho Les] I come equipped with shit that's fucking wicked Damn, niggas can't fuck with the program I take a stand and look down the clip Take a swig and spark up the spliff (boom!) Niggas know the time with the Beatnuts funk John Wayne got smoked when I popped the trunk Punk, I told you once and I won't tell you twice I smoke the blunts and we won't pay the price For pussy or any fucking mass But the raw dog style in your girl's ass (Ho, ooh!) I think I just came Stud's break didn't work, I guess it's all in your brain Shit smells like demon spirit Learn from Exorcist, punk, you can't come near it So fear it or you'll go out like the priest Don't you know, man I'm the wicked nigga from the East Coast [Hook] [Verse 3: Fashion] Ooh child, motherfuckers down with the licks Oh shit, I'm hitting niggas sick with my tricks So throw up styles that blow up whiles I go On with the flow, better act like you know But I won't take no prisoners, got shit for his-n-hers Fucks up you all when the nuts have a ball Cause we don't play, blast brains with the smoker Get fucked up when we toke with the joker And, never let me see you crying Heads start to flying, it's time for the dying And I'mma get real deep, fall into a sleep Knock a freak in my sheets, man, fuck counting sheep And come on, step on up and meet my Tec Either fill you full of wholes, or wring your fucking neck Cause I'mma let off and blast a shot in your eye Make way motherfucks, it's the real superfly