Can’t stop it
Yeat Lyrics

Bag after bag after bag, I can't stop
Continuously accumulating wealth and material possessions, I find myself unable to cease this pursuit

Yerc after Perc' after Yerc, I can't stop
Consuming drugs one after another, I am trapped in a cycle of dependency that I struggle to break free from

Hopped inside the Cayenne, boot it up and then I fly
Entering my luxury vehicle, starting the engine, and feeling a sense of liberation as I soar through the streets

On the phone with my demon, we build it up and then retire
Engaging in conversations with my inner demons, together we create and fantasize about grand schemes before eventually retiring from them

Toxic, toxic, yeah, came in that bitch and we fired
Engaging in negative and destructive behaviors, we entered that situation with intensity and aggression

Walk on the muhfuckin' ceiling, I'm bootin' up, baby, the air make me fly
Walking with confidence and defying gravity, I am energized and exhilarated by the atmosphere around me

Yeah, they gon' copy my trend, they gon' copy my side, they gon' copy the guy
Others will attempt to imitate and replicate my style, my perspective, and my essence

I would go get me more money, more money, more money, more money, oh, damn
I am driven to relentlessly chase after more wealth, continually desiring an increasing amount of monetary resources

I bought a crib in the sky (yeah, whoa)
I have acquired a luxurious residence situated high up in the heavens

Twenty-four seven, this bitch 'bout to die (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Continuously and without rest, this situation is on the brink of collapsing and deteriorating

Suckin' and lickin', more junky', more bankin'
Engaging in excessive hedonistic pleasures, craving for more substance abuse and monetary gains

I run up this bitch with the big ol' tanky
I recklessly charge forward into volatile situations with a powerful and intimidating weapon

The big body whip, 'bout to pull out, yeah
Driving a large, flashy vehicle, preparing to show off its capabilities

'Bout to sewrve on the side, 'bout to pull up and crank it
About to make an unexpected maneuver on the outskirts, preparing to arrive and ignite the atmosphere

I'm gonna pull up the tank
I am determined to display my weapon and assert dominance

I got the big ol' whips, got the big ol' Glocks
I possess extravagant and powerful cars, as well as large firearms

Got the big ol' stick with a binkie
I am equipped with a formidable weapon, ready to defend myself and intimidate others

You gon' get whacked, you gon' get whacked like a spanking
If you cross me, you will face severe consequences, like a disciplinary punishment

I been swervin' on this Earth
I have been maneuvering and navigating through life in an unconventional and unpredictable manner

Diamonds in my pinkie, yeah, the diamonds on my hair
Adorning my pinkie finger with expensive diamonds, as well as having diamonds embedded in my hairstyle

Don't know why I did this shit, just heard it, then I do it
I often act impulsively, without fully understanding why, simply following the influence of the moment

I don't like all that talkin' back and forth, just keep it murmur
I prefer to avoid engaging in lengthy and contentious discussions, preferring subtle and secretive communication

Bye-bye, huh, fuckin' swerve
Goodbye, I abruptly change direction and evade potential dangers

Yeah, I learned my lesson, for these jakes, I see they shwerms
I have gained wisdom through experience, recognizing the deceitful and manipulative nature of certain individuals

Thought you was gon' get eat up like a fish get eaten by worm
I initially believed you would fall victim to someone else's schemes, like a fish being devoured by a worm

R-I-P to the Dub man, they gon' try to get that on serve
Rest in peace to my fallen comrade, people will attempt to avenge his death and seek retribution