J $PICE - Stop It Lyrics

Boy you need to stop it
Lil' boy stop it
I'm a ride, blue faces to the sky, Put the twenties to the side
You ain't fly, lil boy stop it, Prada boy and I'm really with the action
Hate yo clothes, hate yo style, That ain't fashion, come on bro, stop it
Y'all be cappin', nigga trippin' I'ma slap em, y'all be actin
I'ma keep it real, nigga, and you will never stop it
Yeah, the limit is the sky, I light joint, I get high
I get fresh, I get fly, You know me, stop it
Goddamn, I'm tired of this shit, Bummy niggas think they fly in this bitch
Come on bro, you look ugly in them Ricks
Margiela man, you know I gotta take a flick
Look, I'm over all the cappin' with you silly boys
I had packs in da duffle like I'm Titty Boy
They still say I'm handsome, I'm a pretty boy
And the clip shoots seven, that's a Brandon Roy
And I'ma bust it till it's empty
I been going through it, stressed out, don't tempt me
You know how niggas get when they pockets on empty
I'ma hit a lick, I'ma sell brick, by any means
I'm a ride, blue faces to the sky, Put the twenties to the side
You ain't fly, lil boy stop it, Prada boy and I'm really with the action
Hate yo clothes, hate yo style, That ain't fashion, come on bro, stop it
Y'all be cappin', nigga trippin' I'ma slap em, y'all be actin
I'ma keep it real, nigga, and you will never stop it
Yeah, the limit is the sky, I light joint, I get high
I get fresh, I get fly, You know me, stop it
F*ck where you from, I don't care who you are
Smoking runts up out the window, down Obama Boulevard
Blicky out the window, make it summertime hot, I'ma air the whole block
Hold on $PICE, you need to stop
I forgot it's peace and love now
Daps with the hugs now, But if I got it on me, f*ck it nigga
I'ma draw down, big Balenciaga's with the skinnies, boy, you all clowns
And I'm alive with pleasure, But when I see you boys, it's all frowns
I told her stay out my DM's, Uh, cause she's not my type
He looking like Leo in the 90's, Yeah, that's what I like, $PICE
I'm a ride, blue faces to the sky, Put the twenties to the side
You ain't fly, lil boy stop it, Prada boy and I'm really with the action
Hate yo clothes, hate yo style, That ain't fashion, come on bro, stop it
Y'all be cappin', nigga trippin' I'ma slap em, y'all be actin
I'ma keep it real, nigga, and you will never stop it
Yeah, the limit is the sky, I light joint, I get high
I get fresh, I get fly, You know me, stop it
You know me, stop it
You know me
Boy, you need to stop it
Lil boy, stop it