No Cap
La familia still the mob don't forget that
And if it is war we can skip that
Fucking chit chat choppa lay a bitch flat
And I don't gang bang cause they accept rats
These niggas all talk
These niggas big cap
Some niggas ran down I ain't get shit snatched
These niggas claiming mbk we can dismiss that
Y'all hoes all bark better keep that shit rap
Y'all niggas talking on the net I can't respect it thou
Y'all niggas talk behind my back I can't respect it thou
These niggas said let's squashed the beef bitch I ain't letting go
I catch ya pussy ass in person I up a pole
Bitch I let it blow
Niggas said I fell off
I'm like how
Bitch i'm no backwards
I'm the leader of my clique
Bitch i'm go backwards
I'm the god of all this
I
Need no practice
We going pull up
We going hop out with them mops out
The first nigga get away going take that cop route
Or hit niggas I know and try to cop out
Cause you know you speaking shit that you is not bout
Plus you's a ratting ass nigga how you get out
We got ya paperwork don't make me put that shit out
Boi you's a ratting ass nigga how you get out
Boy when we catch you take ya tongue and cut that bitch out don't bitch out
MBK it's in my blood it's in my veins
These niggas swagger jacking stay up in ya lane
Stop all that internet shit boy that shit lame
If you want smoke just hit my line and that's on gang
If it ain't that then stop that sneak dissing for fame
I'm screaming woppgang cause that's my own lane
This mbk shit a lifestyle but they ain't on mane
They try steal our shit and turn it to a whole gang
Got damn
These local rappers got me in my zone mane
Got damn
I'm on fire bout to blow like propane
Got damn
Snatch ya thot she tryna do the whole gang
Got damn
This bitch go bust like a fucking stogie
Got damn
Pulling scoring shooting like im kobe
Walk you down to make sure that he fucking gone mane
If it's the weapon I get caught I don't fucking no nothing
This ain't no back and fourth shit just had to let you no something
Want a feature hit my line let a nigga know something
But im taxing so you better have some fucking doe son
Niggas claim they with the shits until it's time to blow something
Man these niggas turned bitch like some fucking hoe son
Got damn
And if it is war we can skip that
Fucking chit chat choppa lay a bitch flat
And I don't gang bang cause they accept rats
These niggas all talk
These niggas big cap
Some niggas ran down I ain't get shit snatched
These niggas claiming mbk we can dismiss that
Y'all hoes all bark better keep that shit rap
Y'all niggas talking on the net I can't respect it thou
Y'all niggas talk behind my back I can't respect it thou
These niggas said let's squashed the beef bitch I ain't letting go
I catch ya pussy ass in person I up a pole
Bitch I let it blow
Niggas said I fell off
I'm like how
Bitch i'm no backwards
I'm the leader of my clique
Bitch i'm go backwards
I'm the god of all this
I
Need no practice
We going pull up
We going hop out with them mops out
The first nigga get away going take that cop route
Or hit niggas I know and try to cop out
Cause you know you speaking shit that you is not bout
Plus you's a ratting ass nigga how you get out
We got ya paperwork don't make me put that shit out
Boi you's a ratting ass nigga how you get out
Boy when we catch you take ya tongue and cut that bitch out don't bitch out
MBK it's in my blood it's in my veins
These niggas swagger jacking stay up in ya lane
Stop all that internet shit boy that shit lame
If you want smoke just hit my line and that's on gang
If it ain't that then stop that sneak dissing for fame
I'm screaming woppgang cause that's my own lane
This mbk shit a lifestyle but they ain't on mane
They try steal our shit and turn it to a whole gang
Got damn
These local rappers got me in my zone mane
Got damn
I'm on fire bout to blow like propane
Got damn
Snatch ya thot she tryna do the whole gang
Got damn
This bitch go bust like a fucking stogie
Got damn
Pulling scoring shooting like im kobe
Walk you down to make sure that he fucking gone mane
If it's the weapon I get caught I don't fucking no nothing
This ain't no back and fourth shit just had to let you no something
Want a feature hit my line let a nigga know something
But im taxing so you better have some fucking doe son
Niggas claim they with the shits until it's time to blow something
Man these niggas turned bitch like some fucking hoe son
Got damn
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Writer(s): Mychael Pagson Jr, Amir Dashiell
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