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letra de won't quit - iso indies

[intro: conchezyout]
iso
damma
yo, uh

[verse 1: conchezyout]
thirty in the clip, drop a hundred on the zip
all i see is blue faces, you would’ve thought i was a crip
i don’t say a word, got my fingers to my lip
yeah, and i don’t never trip, all i do is take trips
i just knew i was the man ever since i was a jit
shorty got them double ds, i’m tryna see a nip slip
make a million while i’m young, it’s still r.i.p. nip’
came up with a plan and we stickin’ to the script
break that thing down, double back and make a flip
can’t show the whole thang, y’all could only get a snip
you ain’t gotta wait up on me, yo, my n-gga, you could dip
every album that we drop, they know it’s fire, no skip
see us in person, yeah, and now they want a pic’
yeah, it’s i.s.o. forever, they ain’t f-cking with our clique
all this weight up on my shoulder and i ate it like a chip
n-ggas talkin’ ’bout drip but they really unfit, yeah

[chorus: conchezyout & dillmatic]
uh, i don’t care how much you paid for your fit, you not lit (not lit), nah (yeah)
shawty told me me put it in, but i said it can’t fit (‘matic)
[verse 2: dillmatic]
sixty off a parlay would’ve thought i was a roller
jean pockets full and the jersey villanova
do this for my blood, they won’t love you ’til it’s over
they keep watching numbers, got ’em bettin’ under-over
’19 was a good year like my name was barbosa
keep you up to speed, gotta bring the car closer
do this in one take, what the f-ck? it start over
yo, what the f-ck is that? uh
that sh-t sound foreign like we out in monte cristo
came from coppin’ deli food, i was young on bristol
too much monkey in the middle, that sh-t get you sizzled
fry i, fry i, dry cry, tissue

[bridge: conchezyout & dillmatic]
uh, life is what you make it, n-gga, i’ve been living blissful
put you on a shirt just to make your mama miss you
slept with two girls and they both named crystal
how the f-ck you judgin’ like you know what i been through?
tell ’em bang the gavel ’cause i’m stuntin’ like i meant to
two fingers locked, and, yeah, you know just what i’m into
gotta pay up ’cause you know them times been due
that’s my brother conchez to the, yo, continue

[chorus: conchezyout]
yeah
i don’t care how much you paid for your fit, you not lit (not lit), nah (yeah)
shawty told me put it in, but i said it can’t fit (it can’t fit, yeah)
yeah, dirty money gettin’ made, gotta do it legit
yeah, uh-huh, uh
i.s.o. this forever, they just mad we won’t quit
yeah

- iso indies

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