No Limit
Back in your muthafuckin' ear
It's DJ Zay Law
Summer's gettin' hot out here in the 702
We got some heat comin' up for you
TaiBanz - No Limit
There's no limit to the cappin' goin' on out here in the 702
And TaiBanz gon' tell you what it is
Let the beat ride
Tylien made the beat
Talkin' my shit
Gotta walk with a stick
Niggas they envy, you know how it get
Runnin' up digits
I'm chasin' my bag
I was off for a minute, but I'm back on my shit
Still underrated
I know - it don't phase me
I'm tryna get rich, and just ball in this bitch
Shout out my niggas
OneWay be the team
Know we all gotta make it
We far in this shit
Aye, I'm addicted to money
Fuck Rovers and Bentleys
I want me a milli'
To stack to the ceiling
And I ain't G Herbo
But I got no limits
TaiBanz, I be snappin'
But niggas don't hear me
Got booked for a show
I might come to yo' city
Got gang on the stage
So don't try nothing with me
It's funny how niggas be claiming they rich
Look at his pockets, they broke as a bitch
I be fuckin' up checks and I run it again
Can't be the hottest if you ain't got ends
Can't be the hottest, don't know who you is
Can't be the hottest, no, you just don't got it
So stop with the cappin', you know what it is
I stay in my lane, I be talkin' my shit
Walk on the scene, now they all want a flick
Give me the mic, I'ma turn up this bitch
Like, aye
Thanks Tai
In other news
There's No Limit to the cappin' goin' on out here in the 702 (Aye, aye)
Aye, lemme' get it back
Aye, lemme' get it back
Aye
You niggas cap a lot
Be acting like bitches, just all in y'all feelings
My niggas, we pull up and air it out
Talkin' that shit, we send shots at yo' fitted
Feel like I'm Drake, with a Big Amount
All that I see is these hundreds and fifties
Just wanna be grateful, and make it out
Straight to the top, all my niggas gon' get it
Aye
You niggas cap a lot
Be acting like bitches, just all in y'all feelings
My niggas, we pull up and air it out
Talkin' that shit, we send shots at yo' fitted
Feel like I'm Drake, with a Big Amount
All that I see is these hundreds and fifties
Just wanna be grateful, and make it out
Straight to the top, all my niggas gon' get it, bitch
Aye
Look
Ugh, aye
Ooh, aye
Tylien made the beat
This the heat, nigga
It's DJ Zay Law
Summer's gettin' hot out here in the 702
We got some heat comin' up for you
TaiBanz - No Limit
There's no limit to the cappin' goin' on out here in the 702
And TaiBanz gon' tell you what it is
Let the beat ride
Tylien made the beat
Talkin' my shit
Gotta walk with a stick
Niggas they envy, you know how it get
Runnin' up digits
I'm chasin' my bag
I was off for a minute, but I'm back on my shit
Still underrated
I know - it don't phase me
I'm tryna get rich, and just ball in this bitch
Shout out my niggas
OneWay be the team
Know we all gotta make it
We far in this shit
Aye, I'm addicted to money
Fuck Rovers and Bentleys
I want me a milli'
To stack to the ceiling
And I ain't G Herbo
But I got no limits
TaiBanz, I be snappin'
But niggas don't hear me
Got booked for a show
I might come to yo' city
Got gang on the stage
So don't try nothing with me
It's funny how niggas be claiming they rich
Look at his pockets, they broke as a bitch
I be fuckin' up checks and I run it again
Can't be the hottest if you ain't got ends
Can't be the hottest, don't know who you is
Can't be the hottest, no, you just don't got it
So stop with the cappin', you know what it is
I stay in my lane, I be talkin' my shit
Walk on the scene, now they all want a flick
Give me the mic, I'ma turn up this bitch
Like, aye
Thanks Tai
In other news
There's No Limit to the cappin' goin' on out here in the 702 (Aye, aye)
Aye, lemme' get it back
Aye, lemme' get it back
Aye
You niggas cap a lot
Be acting like bitches, just all in y'all feelings
My niggas, we pull up and air it out
Talkin' that shit, we send shots at yo' fitted
Feel like I'm Drake, with a Big Amount
All that I see is these hundreds and fifties
Just wanna be grateful, and make it out
Straight to the top, all my niggas gon' get it
Aye
You niggas cap a lot
Be acting like bitches, just all in y'all feelings
My niggas, we pull up and air it out
Talkin' that shit, we send shots at yo' fitted
Feel like I'm Drake, with a Big Amount
All that I see is these hundreds and fifties
Just wanna be grateful, and make it out
Straight to the top, all my niggas gon' get it, bitch
Aye
Look
Ugh, aye
Ooh, aye
Tylien made the beat
This the heat, nigga
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Writer(s): D'ontai Mcgee
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