UNSTOPPABLE by Twocuptyler Lyrics
[Verse 1: Twocuptyler]
(Brr-blow-bow-bow-bow!)
I’m finna pop out
Uzi on deck sendin’ shots to his top now
And I got a Glock now
Big magic, ima pull up on your block now
Stay whippin’ them rocks now
The feds on the block, I might have to cop out
You finna get cropped out
Big drums, ima hide the stick in my sock now
Said you want beef, then you finna get knocked out
Air guitar, play it out, we gon’ rock out
Look at my shooters they pullin’ them mops out
Got all the cash so i’m buyin’ the stock out
Double cup, rio, uh
Eat it up, leo, uh
You got me PO’d
All of my bricks hot, jalapeño, uh
I’m on new level, go cop a bike and I got me a new pedal
I know you can do better, all of my diamond be dancing, new sweater
[Verse 2: Adderall]
That porsche got them butterfly doors
Lil’ homie get down, you must get on the floor
I give her the racks and she said she want more
I got that good gas when I walk out the store
Too many racks, money standing 6’4
Caught by a cop, put me on death row
I don’t sip lean only smoke on the go
Stay making money, but I call it dough
Shootin’ the lights out, I make sure he dead
Here comes the money, i’m gettin’ the bread
Pull up on her and she gave me good head
I shot him twice and that blood gettin’ shed
[Verse 3: Fat Boy]
My name is Bryson, i’m fat
I got a bentley, the hoes in the back
Cat in the hat, sleep in the lambo you sleep on a mat
I’m with the slimes, SLATT
Pull up at his crib, that’s where I attack
I’m getting racks
I am a legend, i’m spitting them facts
[Verse 4: Hou$ton]
Ayy
I just left houston, my name is Hou$ton
I am a God, you are just useless
Ima ball out, cop me a new whip
Look at my neck, my chains are all cuban
I got the dope, whippin’ that repo
I got the Glock, shoot through the peephole
If you not a beast, can’t hang with those people
Got it on deck, shoot like a free throw
[Verse 5 (Outro): Twocuptyler, Adderall, Fat Boy, and Hou$ton]
Chillin’ with Connor
Boy you a goner
Give me the honor
Drippin’ like water
Drip like a faucet
Thottie I pop it
Glock in my pocket
You cannot stop it!
Uh, money stand tall, Chris Bosh
Hop on the court, you finna get crossed
Call it spaghetti cause I got the sauce
They callin’ me president, I am the boss! (Brr-blow-bow-bow-bow!)
(Fluss, female laugh)
Yuh, yuh
Ouu, ayy
Yuh, yuh, yuh, mm
(Brr-blow-bow-bow-bow!)
I’m finna pop out
Uzi on deck sendin’ shots to his top now
And I got a Glock now
Big magic, ima pull up on your block now
Stay whippin’ them rocks now
The feds on the block, I might have to cop out
You finna get cropped out
Big drums, ima hide the stick in my sock now
Said you want beef, then you finna get knocked out
Air guitar, play it out, we gon’ rock out
Look at my shooters they pullin’ them mops out
Got all the cash so i’m buyin’ the stock out
Double cup, rio, uh
Eat it up, leo, uh
You got me PO’d
All of my bricks hot, jalapeño, uh
I’m on new level, go cop a bike and I got me a new pedal
I know you can do better, all of my diamond be dancing, new sweater
[Verse 2: Adderall]
That porsche got them butterfly doors
Lil’ homie get down, you must get on the floor
I give her the racks and she said she want more
I got that good gas when I walk out the store
Too many racks, money standing 6’4
Caught by a cop, put me on death row
I don’t sip lean only smoke on the go
Stay making money, but I call it dough
Shootin’ the lights out, I make sure he dead
Here comes the money, i’m gettin’ the bread
Pull up on her and she gave me good head
I shot him twice and that blood gettin’ shed
[Verse 3: Fat Boy]
My name is Bryson, i’m fat
I got a bentley, the hoes in the back
Cat in the hat, sleep in the lambo you sleep on a mat
I’m with the slimes, SLATT
Pull up at his crib, that’s where I attack
I’m getting racks
I am a legend, i’m spitting them facts
[Verse 4: Hou$ton]
Ayy
I just left houston, my name is Hou$ton
I am a God, you are just useless
Ima ball out, cop me a new whip
Look at my neck, my chains are all cuban
I got the dope, whippin’ that repo
I got the Glock, shoot through the peephole
If you not a beast, can’t hang with those people
Got it on deck, shoot like a free throw
[Verse 5 (Outro): Twocuptyler, Adderall, Fat Boy, and Hou$ton]
Chillin’ with Connor
Boy you a goner
Give me the honor
Drippin’ like water
Drip like a faucet
Thottie I pop it
Glock in my pocket
You cannot stop it!
Uh, money stand tall, Chris Bosh
Hop on the court, you finna get crossed
Call it spaghetti cause I got the sauce
They callin’ me president, I am the boss! (Brr-blow-bow-bow-bow!)
(Fluss, female laugh)
Yuh, yuh
Ouu, ayy
Yuh, yuh, yuh, mm