I Know I Can’t Afford to Stop Lyrics is Sung by JID. I Know I Can’t Afford to Stop Lyrics is written by Eddie Snyder.
Song Details
| Song Title | Surround Sound |
| Singer | JID (feat. 21 Savage & Baby Tate) |
| Album | Surround Sound |
| Songwriter | Charles Singleton / Eddie Snyder |
| Music Label | JID |
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I Know I Can’t Afford to Stop Lyrics
I know I can’t afford to stop for one moment
That it’s too soon to for— (See)
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down (See)
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds (See)
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down (See)
Putting rap on my back and I’m black and snatchin’ crowns (Can’t you see?)
I done came back around like a nigga sellin’ crack in pounds
I got a bag now but it’s nothing to brag ’bout (See)
Gun blast in the background (See)
I’m a black man with the bloodhounds
MAC-10, making love sounds (See)
To a bad chick, she from Uptown
I’m from down South, not a loudmouth (Can’t you see?)
We can fuck around (Woah, shit, woah)
Hit the music, baby, cut it down (Woah, shit, woah)
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably (See)
I feel like I’ma bust now (Woah, woah, shit, woah)
I feel like a bust down (See) when I shine bright
Blind niggas is up now (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up
You can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (Ayy) (Can’t you see?)
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down (See)
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds (See)
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down (See)
Putting rap on my back and I’m black and snatchin’ crowns (Can’t you see?)
I know I can’t afford to stop for one moment
That it’s too soon to for— (See)
Me and my money attached emotionally
I get to clutchin’ if you get too close to me (See)
I’m at the top where I’m ‘posed to be
Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me (See)
Four hundred racks ain’t shit but a show to me
I’m on the road and I bet that your ho with me (See)
When I’m in traffic, it’s always a pole wit’ me
Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me (Can’t you see?)
Hit from the back
She giving me slurp and I ain’t even pull my pants down (See)
Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it’s always a man down (See)
Draw down, hands in the air, nigga
Make one move, get gunned down (See)
Giving out smoke so long
They don’t even wanna talk no more, they just run now (Can’t you see?)
No locked doors, I serve with a chop
Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp (See)
We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops
I was on Pinedale, glass in the sock (See)
Back in the day, I invest in the block
Fast forward, now I’m investing in stocks (See)
I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch
Don’t play ’cause I’m very invested in shots (See)
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down (See)
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds (See)
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down (See)
Putting rap on my back and I’m black and snatchin’ crowns (Can’t you see?)
I put the pussy cat in his face ’cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge (See)
Then I took it back, now he say that he shakin’ and he shiverin’ (See)
Like the way it taste and he ain’t ate it in a minute
They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella chil—
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