(feat. Lady Jane)



[Lucky]

Luciano be a hog, and he all about the paper

Ain't no mo' buck hide, boy I be sitting on alligator

Let me get on the microphone, so I can show em how it's done

No matter where I go, I never roll without my gun

Young mo'fucker up in this game, acting bad

Come around that corner, on chrome in that Cadillac

I ain't rapping for free, so quit bothering me

Unless you tal'n bout that feddy, don't be calling a G

I'ma swing then I swang, gripping on the grain

Hit you with some game, while I sip a little drank

Man hold up, that boy there he go hard

Who that Mexican wrecking, Mr. Texas Lone Star

Had sex with your broad, in the back of your car

Jamming Screw tapes, gone off them handle bars

I got love for my partnas, we be unseen

Me and Angeletti, Full Time and Lil Quin

Winston in the Penn, he'll be out in a second

Y'all already know when he touch down, that boy there gon wreck it

Dopehouse Records, done hooked up with Luck

So me and DFO, are making it bubble up

Pain and Rob, Uchie and Twin Beredaz

I'ma come through, and write SPM a letter

Tell him it's getting better, we gon hold it down

Po'ing fo's for you, and smoking on pine

What it do what the deal, huh brah holla whaaa

H-Town representing, know I'm tal'n bout boy



[Hook x2: Lady Jane]

It ain't no, stopping this

Can't stop won't stop us, not for shit

(ain't no one stopping this)

It ain't no, stopping this

Can't stop won't stop us, not for shit

(can't stop won't stop, not for shit)



[Lucky]

My neighborhood we run that hoe, and there there be so fa real

Man I dare you to come and try, to sell your dope up over here

We got it locked from block to block, you already know what I'm tal'n bout

And for them haters I got a glock, up in the 'Burban I'm chopping blocks

They selling herb they selling syrup, they selling X and they selling caine

Up in the Lex they gripping grain, we that Mexicans spitting game

Now get your change break your bread, try your best and shake them FED's

Off your ass get your cash, nigga like me be living fast

Maaan, I'm trying to get these riches

I like to pimp these bitches, while hitting 16 switches

I hit the school zone, representing Screwston

Dripping candy paint, ain't no fucking two tone

I'ma ball, y'all can call me and outlaw

Putting it down for my dogs, locked away behind the bars

Living life like a star, sipping pints of the bar

See that boy Lucky on the mic, going hard



[Hook x2]



[Lucky]

Ain't no way you stopping me, I got a family I gotta feed

Plus I got a block to bleed, Lucky full of that broccoli

Please believe I'm getting chips, state to state I'm hitting licks

On a paper chase up in this bitch, it's all about them Benjamin's

Laughing at my competition, flashing my diamonds

Christian on a mission, ain't tripping I've been rhyming

Pimping been pimping, I'm pimping a pen haa

Ends been flipping, I'm getting the chips haa

This for the dealers in the kitchen, weighing up the damn soda

Making boulders with the baking soda, slanging on the corner

I'm a soldier smoking swisha sweets, in a black Caddy

Lucky got game, like his daddy and his granddaddy

Man I could pimp this big booty, broad bitch

That hoodrat, never had no superstar dick

Time to flip my do', cause I done stacked my G's

And man I'm finished with flow, so nigga pass me the weed



[Hook x2]



Can't stop, won't stop not for shit [x2]