No Cap X No Clout
Wolf gang (No cap, no clout yeah)
Stakkz (No cap, no clout yeah)
Ian even rapping, I'm just talking too these niggas right now yeah (No cap, no clout yeah)
Let's go
Look you niggas do this for clout, but I do this shit for my kids sake
I'm always running in and out, just to make sure the bills paid
I'm the hottest nigga from the swamp, and that ain't just what my friends say
If Ian with the homies I'm paranoid, even with a glock Ion feel safe
Supreme on my dick and your bitch too
I walk around with 2 pistols
Hit a yellow bone bitch from the back til' her cheeks red like Pikachu
Ian never had a big homie, but keep believing what they telling you
If he was really with it and he out now, well guess what he a snitch too
Stop telling me these old stories how you was balling like Uncle Drew
It's made up, yeen shooting shit, so chances are you a bitch too
When it come to rap they don't mention you
You the type of niggas Ion listen too
And yeah I see you niggas getting shows but when the footage drop they ain't feeling you
I know some Crips that'll cripple you
I know some Bloods that'll drip on you
Some GD's that'll black on you
And some Vice Lords that'll snap on you
I know ratchet hoes that's scamming too
Wolf gang we'll damage you
Centenary that's my shit, so don't get caught on my avenue
Just got a check now I'm lit up in Fuzion
I got the bag so then racks she pursuing
Been had the drip and I know how to use it
Taking her home just to fuck to my music
Honcho my dawg, that nigga g fooling
Rasta gorilla, you know how we moving
I'm with the wolves so please don't act stupid
Or my niggas shooting
My side bitch like to face blunts
She'll give me head for a lace front
Spent eight hundred on a gold grill so why the fuck would I fake a front
Every show my shit jump
Niggas get hurt when they try to stunt
Cause Ion believe y'all kicking shit, hell nah it's a fake punt
If I up the 80 then it's lights out
Beam on it like a light house
New cuban link I'm iced out
Now they asking me what's my price now
I need half a bag for a feature now
A whole bag just to be around
Club owner's wanna book me cause I sound good on their speakers now
Aye, I want smoke on site
If you try to snatch my chain them steppers gon snatch your life
Ion give a fuck if I'm fresh, if you try me we gon fight
So if it's pressure let me know we can release that shit tonight
I'm on your block boy with a drako, look alive
We gon shock the whole family, it's electric when we slide
Fuck that talking on the 'gram, pussy bring your ass outside
Nigga mad I fucked his bitch for an iPhone 5
When you getting money ain't no time for hating
I am not capping and I am not faking
She told me my diamonds their so fascinating
We fucking tonight it ain't up for debating
Your baby daddy must be think that I'm playing
If he want smoke why he keeping me waiting
Upping that .40 with no hesitation
We pulling up if you send a location yea
No clout
No clout
Yea, huh
Wolf gang yeah
Uh, uh, oh, yeah
No clout, no cap
Huh, uh, yea
Run up and I got that pocket rocket, stomp him out in some foamposites
Yeah, drip on 'em bad yeah, I drip on 'em bad yeah
No cap
Stakkz (No cap, no clout yeah)
Ian even rapping, I'm just talking too these niggas right now yeah (No cap, no clout yeah)
Let's go
Look you niggas do this for clout, but I do this shit for my kids sake
I'm always running in and out, just to make sure the bills paid
I'm the hottest nigga from the swamp, and that ain't just what my friends say
If Ian with the homies I'm paranoid, even with a glock Ion feel safe
Supreme on my dick and your bitch too
I walk around with 2 pistols
Hit a yellow bone bitch from the back til' her cheeks red like Pikachu
Ian never had a big homie, but keep believing what they telling you
If he was really with it and he out now, well guess what he a snitch too
Stop telling me these old stories how you was balling like Uncle Drew
It's made up, yeen shooting shit, so chances are you a bitch too
When it come to rap they don't mention you
You the type of niggas Ion listen too
And yeah I see you niggas getting shows but when the footage drop they ain't feeling you
I know some Crips that'll cripple you
I know some Bloods that'll drip on you
Some GD's that'll black on you
And some Vice Lords that'll snap on you
I know ratchet hoes that's scamming too
Wolf gang we'll damage you
Centenary that's my shit, so don't get caught on my avenue
Just got a check now I'm lit up in Fuzion
I got the bag so then racks she pursuing
Been had the drip and I know how to use it
Taking her home just to fuck to my music
Honcho my dawg, that nigga g fooling
Rasta gorilla, you know how we moving
I'm with the wolves so please don't act stupid
Or my niggas shooting
My side bitch like to face blunts
She'll give me head for a lace front
Spent eight hundred on a gold grill so why the fuck would I fake a front
Every show my shit jump
Niggas get hurt when they try to stunt
Cause Ion believe y'all kicking shit, hell nah it's a fake punt
If I up the 80 then it's lights out
Beam on it like a light house
New cuban link I'm iced out
Now they asking me what's my price now
I need half a bag for a feature now
A whole bag just to be around
Club owner's wanna book me cause I sound good on their speakers now
Aye, I want smoke on site
If you try to snatch my chain them steppers gon snatch your life
Ion give a fuck if I'm fresh, if you try me we gon fight
So if it's pressure let me know we can release that shit tonight
I'm on your block boy with a drako, look alive
We gon shock the whole family, it's electric when we slide
Fuck that talking on the 'gram, pussy bring your ass outside
Nigga mad I fucked his bitch for an iPhone 5
When you getting money ain't no time for hating
I am not capping and I am not faking
She told me my diamonds their so fascinating
We fucking tonight it ain't up for debating
Your baby daddy must be think that I'm playing
If he want smoke why he keeping me waiting
Upping that .40 with no hesitation
We pulling up if you send a location yea
No clout
No clout
Yea, huh
Wolf gang yeah
Uh, uh, oh, yeah
No clout, no cap
Huh, uh, yea
Run up and I got that pocket rocket, stomp him out in some foamposites
Yeah, drip on 'em bad yeah, I drip on 'em bad yeah
No cap
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Writer(s): Tremayne Mccrimmon
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