Yeah, I don't give a f*ck about no opp dyin'
You better have yours 'cause I got mines
puss* nigg*s, they wanna stop mines
I'm from Memphis where they kill you at the stop sign
nigg*, I ain't lyin'
f*ckin' with the gang, it's a shootout (gang, gang)
nigg*, we don't give a f*ck who out (gang)
I done tough talked but I cooled out (brr)
I f*ck on that lil' bitch with my tool out (gang, gang)
I can't lie again, I can't tell on my friend
They asked and you told what you knew 'bout (f*ck, nigg*)
I charged my F&N, hope it blow again
I'm the first one to shoot in a shootout (brr)
The opps catch your dawg, what you do 'bout it? (do 'bout it)
puss*-ass nigg*, you ain't shoot 'bout it (shoot 'bout it)
Them nigg*s killed my dawg, bullets all good
The next day we was out the roof 'bout it (brr)
When I'm in the hotel room, they gon' do lobbies
Too important, we talkin' money, I got shoe boxes
Bet my brother I'd catch them nigg*s 'cause he knew 'bout it
Could have got nine years, yeah, but he got two bodies (gang, gang)
I said
Reach for my chains, you gon' die today (right away)
Could have had the opps but they got away (got away)
Let him get in the truck in my driveway (driveway)
My opps sent your ass from outer space (pfoom)
I don't tell lies, I got my own style
I don't f*ck with f*ck nigg*s, by the way (by the way)
Don't you be surprised if I up my .5
I don't even trust nigg*s, by the way (brr)
I ain't never panic in a shootout (shootout)
We gon' find out where he been, make him move out
I'm tryna park ten hellcats at my new house
A number of Perc thirties in the trap, this a blue house (ayy)
Can't never go out sad, sixty in this MAC
I shot the pen 'til it blew out (blew out)
Sendin' .762s out the sunroof
We hit his block in a new Audi
Always smokin' these opps, got it too cloudy
Get 'em whacked, take a flight 'fore they knew 'bout it
My lil' nigg*s love me, they gon' shoot 'bout me
They might pull out, shoot you out a Bugatti
I'm livin' everyday like I might die tomorrow
It's one nigg* ran, but he went that far
Takin' puss* rappers out they double-R's
It's two millionaires in these stolen cars (brr)
Ten-thousand on guns, nigg*, who runnin'?
Said we doin' too much, nigg*, do somethin'
Finger f*ckin' the Drac' 'til it's through cummin'
And a nigg* better not move the cars 'til I'm through dumpin'
Try me like a bitch, nigg*, you gon' die today
This a Glock-19 with a thirty-round clip
And an automatic switch on it, by the way
'Set trippin' on a Vine, got to have a trait
I be totin' the air, all my Drac's, it be trippin'
Like, "Damn, you forgot that you got a case"
I ain't forget, I'm just slidin' with this .308
Ain't no beefin', f*ck, Wheezy's a DOA
If you thinkin' it's sweet, better go think again
'Cause I'm playin' it cool and you gettin' baked
And we playin' for keeps, put it in a safe
Ain't no playin' with me 'cause we press play
New Rolex I took from the jeweler
These new Cuban links for my shooter
Ten stacks for a body, he do you
No run, man, he knock out your noodles
New Rolex I took from the jeweler
These new Cuban links for my shooter
Ten stacks for a body, he do you
The lyrics to "Stop Sign" by Blac Youngsta, BIG30, and Pooh Shiesty reflect the tough and unforgiving nature of their backgrounds and the realities they face in their respective communities. They convey a sense of defiance and disregard for their enemies or "opps" who may be killed in violent encounters. The artists assert that they are prepared to protect themselves at all costs, as they carry their own weapons and are ready to defend their lives and territories.
The first verse emphasizes the ruthless environment of Memphis, where violence can strike even at something as simple as a stop sign. The artists assert that they are not lying about the dangers they face and the actions they may take to survive. It paints a picture of a place where one's life can be snuffed out without warning or remorse.
The second verse continues the theme of gang affiliation and the willingness to engage in shootouts. The artists express their disregard for those who talk tough but do not follow through on their threats or take actions to protect their own. They also highlight the loyalty and camaraderie among friends, as they are willing to seek revenge for fallen comrades, even if it means engaging in dangerous situations.
The third verse delves into the artists' mindset and their readiness to act violently if necessary. They warn others not to reach for their chains or they will face the consequences. They confess to not trusting people easily and keeping their guard up. This verse showcases their dedication to their own safety and self-preservation.
The final verse brings together themes of wealth, power, and violence. The artists boast about their material possessions, such as expensive watches and jewelry. They demonstrate their influence and willingness to pay large sums of money for acts of violence to be carried out. The lyrics also highlight their readiness to engage in gunfights and their confidence in their shooting abilities.
Overall, the lyrics of "Stop Sign" paint a grim picture of the artists' lifestyle, where violence is an everyday reality and survival is paramount. It reflects their defiance and dedication to protecting themselves and their respective communities, highlighting the harshness of their surroundings.
Yeah, I don't give a f*ck about no opp dyin'
I don't care if our enemies die
You better have yours 'cause I got mines
You should be prepared because I am prepared
puss* nigg*s, they wanna stop mines
Weak individuals want to hinder my success
I'm from Memphis where they kill you at the stop sign
In Memphis, people get killed at stop signs
nigg*, I ain't lyin'
I'm not lying, man
f*ckin' with the gang, it's a shootout (gang, gang)
If you mess with our gang, it results in a gunfight
nigg*, we don't give a f*ck who out (gang)
We don't care who's around
I done tough talked but I cooled out (brr)
I used to talk tough, but I've calmed down
I f*ck on that lil' bitch with my tool out (gang, gang)
I have sex with that young woman while armed
I can't lie again, I can't tell on my friend
I can't lie anymore, I can't betray my friend
They asked and you told what you knew 'bout (f*ck, nigg*)
They asked you questions and you snitched, you coward
I charged my F&N, hope it blow again
I loaded my firearm and hope to use it again
I'm the first one to shoot in a shootout (brr)
I'm always the first one to start shooting in a gunfight
The opps catch your dawg, what you do 'bout it? (do 'bout it)
If our enemies catch your friend, what do you do?
puss*-ass nigg*, you ain't shoot 'bout it (shoot 'bout it)
You're a coward, you don't actually shoot
Them nigg*s killed my dawg, bullets all good
Those guys killed my friend, bullets did the job
The next day we was out the roof 'bout it (brr)
The next day, we were out seeking revenge
When I'm in the hotel room, they gon' do lobbies
When I'm in the hotel, my friends will handle the lobby
Too important, we talkin' money, I got shoe boxes
Money is a priority, I keep cash in shoe boxes
Bet my brother I'd catch them nigg*s 'cause he knew 'bout it
I made a wager with my brother to catch those guys because he had information
Could have got nine years, yeah, but he got two bodies (gang, gang)
He could have received a nine-year sentence, but he committed two murders
Reach for my chains, you gon' die today (right away)
If you try to grab my jewelry, you will be killed immediately
Could have had the opps but they got away (got away)
We could have caught our enemies, but they escaped
Let him get in the truck in my driveway (driveway)
Allow him to enter the truck parked in my driveway
My opps sent your ass from outer space (pfoom)
My enemies sent you to another world, killed you
I don't tell lies, I got my own style
I don't lie, I have my unique way of doing things
I don't f*ck with f*ck nigg*s, by the way (by the way)
I don't associate with fake individuals
Don't you be surprised if I up my .5
Don't be shocked if I use my 0.5 firearm
I don't even trust nigg*s, by the way (brr)
I don't trust anyone, just so you know
I ain't never panic in a shootout (shootout)
I never panic during a gunfight
We gon' find out where he been, make him move out
We will investigate and force him to leave his current location
I'm tryna park ten hellcats at my new house
I aim to park ten high-performance cars at my new residence
A number of Perc thirties in the trap, this a blue house (ayy)
We have many Percocet pills in the drug house, it's a prominent location
Can't never go out sad, sixty in this MAC
I can't leave in a regretful manner, I have a 60-round magazine in my MAC-10
I shot the pen 'til it blew out (blew out)
I fired my firearm until it ran out of ammunition
Sendin' .762s out the sunroof
Firing .762 caliber bullets through the sunroof
We hit his block in a new Audi
We arrived at his neighborhood in a new Audi vehicle
Always smokin' these opps, got it too cloudy
We constantly smoke our enemies, creating a hazy atmosphere
Get 'em whacked, take a flight 'fore they knew 'bout it
Have them killed, then immediately leave before they find out
My lil' nigg*s love me, they gon' shoot 'bout me
My young friends have strong loyalty, they will shoot for me
They might pull out, shoot you out a Bugatti
They may draw their firearms and shoot you from a Bugatti car
I'm livin' everyday like I might die tomorrow
I live each day with the awareness that I may die soon
It's one nigg* ran, but he went that far
One guy tried to run away, but didn't get very far
Takin' puss* rappers out they double-R's
Eliminating weak rappers from their luxury Rolls-Royce cars
It's two millionaires in these stolen cars (brr)
There are two millionaires riding in these stolen vehicles
Ten-thousand on guns, nigg*, who runnin'?
I've spent $10,000 on firearms, who is in control?
Said we doin' too much, nigg*, do somethin'
They claim we are doing excessive things, so they should take action
Finger f*ckin' the Drac' 'til it's through cummin'
Firing my Draco firearm repeatedly until it runs out of ammunition
And a nigg* better not move the cars 'til I'm through dumpin'
No one should move the vehicles until I finish shooting
Try me like a bitch, nigg*, you gon' die today
If you test me like a coward, you will be killed today
This a Glock-19 with a thirty-round clip
I am carrying a Glock-19 with a magazine capable of holding thirty rounds
And an automatic switch on it, by the way
There is a switch for automatic fire on it, just so you know
'Set trippin' on a Vine, got to have a trait
Claiming allegiance to a certain set on social media, showing loyalty
I be totin' the air, all my Drac's, it be trippin'
I carry empty Draco firearms, as if they were loaded
Like, 'Damn, you forgot that you got a case'
Others may comment, 'Wow, you forgot that you have legal issues'
I ain't forget, I'm just slidin' with this .308
I didn't forget, I'm just carrying my .308 rifle
Ain't no beefin', f*ck, Wheezy's a DOA
There is no need for conflict, Wheezy is dead on arrival
If you thinkin' it's sweet, better go think again
If you believe it's easy, you better reconsider
'Cause I'm playin' it cool and you gettin' baked
I'm staying calm while you're getting killed
And we playin' for keeps, put it in a safe
We're playing for permanent consequences, securing it like in a safe
Ain't no playin' with me 'cause we press play
There's no joking with me, our actions are serious
New Rolex I took from the jeweler
I acquired a new Rolex watch from the jeweler
These new Cuban links for my shooter
I bought new Cuban links chains for my shooter
Ten stacks for a body, he do you
I will pay $10,000 for someone to kill you
No run, man, he knock out your noodles
Don't try to escape, he will shoot you in the head
New Rolex I took from the jeweler
I acquired a new Rolex watch from the jeweler
These new Cuban links for my shooter
I bought new Cuban links chains for my shooter
Ten stacks for a body, he do you
I will pay $10,000 for someone to kill you
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Written by: Rodney Lamont Wright Jr., Sammie Benson, Lontrell Denell Williams Jr.