Thought I Was Gonna Stop (Remix)

Thought I Was Gonna Stop (Remix) - Papoose/2 Chainz/Remy Ma/Busta Rhymes (布斯塔·瑞恩)/Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)

Lyrics by：Willie Mackie

Composed by：Willie Mackie

Papoose Papoose

While y'all was on IG I was in the Mase'

Drop top I be in that foreign like I'm fivi'

Hustled in your building and you couldn't stop me

Like the homie Jim Jones I be in the lobby

N***a tried to hit me two times with the shotty

Missed me I dodged both shots Kyrie

Do it anywhere having s*x in the Bugatti

Nobody couldn't see us 'cause the windows got foggy

Flames try to rob me it's gon' be a homi'

I hope the president'll pardon me I'm sorry

Used to move like Billy the Kid don't try me

Young gun I was a YG like Yo Gotti

This is the remix I'm loadin' up three clips

I created the wave now all of these rappers are seasick

Like Juicy J I tell you to your face you can eat a d**k

We can fight on the stage like Bone Thugs n Harmony Three 6 ha

ColleGrove

I would a put a hook right here

Yeah

But I'm finna snap on all y'all n***as

When you was on a Zoom call I was at the pool hall

Crew tall big ol' nuts like blue balls

Who y'all

When I met the plug in the U Haul

Draco like a pool stick I don't need a pool ball

Y'all n***as lame but that's nothin' new to y'all

I don't care if I call around lunch it's still a booty call

Trappin' I was too involved the pistol still my bodyguard

Brooklyn Hollygrove and College Park

I'm a star like the ceiling the in the R&R

Got a couple restaurants we can go bar for bar

We can go

We can go

We can go

Yeah

Hardy har'

I throw this paper tag at you from my foreign car

Pimpin' like I'm Mally Mall

Mm

Really no thought at all

I got this I got this b***h hit from wall to wall

I ain't been dabbin' on the molly 'cause of fentanyl

You can ask these Cartier glasses I done seen it all

Toni yeah

2 Chainz

While y'all was getting U E I was still U P

On a Lil Yachty with my Migos like I'm QC

With my Lil Baby in peace spending some QT

I been it yes the only Nas I heard is from QB

Used to shoot groupies now I shoot movies

And try to stay away from the Mickey Mouses and Goofys

They rap like lil' Paps yep they little pussies

I don't care what I say out my mouth Lil Boosie

I'm a New York City girl keep a lil' Uzi

And tell n***as Suck my d**k a lil' juicy

I get busy b***h you can't do me

Do I look like BBD you hoochie groupie

Thought I was gon' stop cause all of these whores popped

Should work for Amazon the way all of 'em throw box

These b***hes is all thots

And everything I do they Rolex Piguet and Patek they all watch

Yo you don't really want it fam make you do the Runnin' Man

And bag your b***h head she give was better in the Cullinan

Everything I touch I make it hot until your color tanned

Hard of hearing n***a see the blicka make ya understand

Quick to see ya blow the money sick about a hundred grand

Still the type to wrap a hundred grand in couple rubber band

Tell your dude to chill and send that message to his other man

So unfortunate that most you n***as do not know the plan

While I pour this liquor see the weapon in my other hand

Step in like a giant when you n***as had the contraband

D**n holy and sacred like the motherland

Making movies you been watching over like it's on demand

Me on fire 'til they hot and tired and I bought a fan

Pffftt a lot of water pourin' out they glands

No permission I be in the kitchen with the pots and pans

Pap' I got 'em let me pop and put 'em in a jam

While y'all been on TikTok I been on B I G Pac

Big Glock it's Alfred Hitchcock get your kid rocked

Silk shock a n***a like P brother tree lover

Fell in love with a b***h my b***h just told me she love her

We run it been runnin' this s**t I can't feel my legs

Your brother got them birds have my n***as come and steal his eggs

I be on a million meds I can put your doctor on

Dana White diamonds on stones look like a octagon

Can't stop f**k you if you think not

The gun pop the gun ring you suck it like a Ring Pop

Had to do my thing Pap' had to let the snub blap

Ridin' 'til the wheels fall off no hub cap

All this mud in my cup and I don't need no mud flaps

I don't need no hug dap I don't need no rugrats

So she gon' have to chug that

I'm like Tom Brady still ballin' where the Bucs at

Young Money young man YM