Don’t Stop Lyrics – Nardo Wick

Read the full Don’t Stop lyrics by Nardo Wick along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Nardo Wick’s music, you can also explore I Don’t Think and Gangsta, two other songs by Nardo Wick.

[Verse 1]
Put us on top of the cage, me and all my n!ggas lit
S*itting on all of you n!ggas, it really ain’t making no sense
He said, “Don’t tell nobody” (I won’t), look over here taking a s*it
He bet when he see me to drop it, I bet he get shot in his s*it
I put my chains on the floor, walked on ’em, I feel like I’m Jesus
I love my brothers to death, they coming whenever I need ’em
It ain’t no room in the middle, ain’t nothing can come in between us
Them hoes got glasses now, two years ago, they didn’t see us
My phone on DND, but n!gga, this chopper gon’ rain
They say he got hit in the chest, I wish he got hit in the brain
This ain’t the 1800s, n!gga, I don’t want to hang
No, sir, I don’t want to talk, no ma’am, we are not a gang

[Bridge]
I really be missing the hood like a jacket that don’t got a hoodie
Pull up to the block with a load, say, “Huh? Go make me some money”
Three different Glocks on the table, one regular, two on fully
That n!gga think he the toughest, this hammer’ll bury a bullet

[Verse 2]
Lil’ mama really a monster, somebody get her a cookie
Must be a fan of Toy Story, she like to play with my Woody
She got her wax last week, so it’s a little bit furry
I already knew she was gay, I ain’t have to ask her, her n!gga a pu*sy
Loose screws ain’t a problem, we tighten n!ggas up
His tank already full, we still gon’ fill him up
Don’t crush n!ggas dreams, but make him give it up
His b!tch like me at basketball, how the way she suck
I need my own comic book, I’m a hero in my hood
I miss sliding, I miss making n!ggas block flood
I’ve been wanting to, but n!gga don’t wanna play with us
At 11:11, I’m gon’ wish a n!gga would
Put ice on my wrist like I hurt my hand
Yeah, I like you, bae and I like your friend
I’m a hot n!gga, your b!tch want a tan
And she like my music, she said it make her dance

I’m a solid n!gga, I do solid s*it
I’m a hot lil’ n!gga, I need a hotter b!tch
I don’t like these clothes, I need another fit
And yeah, I s*it on n!gga and I put on that s*it
I can’t relate to n!gga, we wasn’t raised alike
Them is not diamonds, he got on moissanite
Say you sorry, n!gga, ‘fore I tell them boys to strike