NO RAP KAP (feat. Trippie Redd)
2K for the toes, 2K for the toes
2K for the toes, I want me some more
All my nigga's stones, I want me some more
'Cause a dog can't get a bone
No rap cap, no
Seven for the jeans, 2K on the toes
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Twenty, forty stores, 100k for the shows
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Uh, my girl like girls (Yeah, yeah), and he like girls
Don't buy her diamonds, I like to buy pearls
She want me but she just can't be my girl
She want me but she belong to the world
Gave her the moon but she wanted the world
I'm in a foreign, almost hit the curb
My big brother wanna fuck on my girl
She brought her friend but I wanted her first
I don't know how much I need for a verse
She don't want me, she want Trippie
I told her, no I need fifty
Fuck that shit, no, I need fifty
No rap cap
Bad lil bitch put her on my lap
Take her overseas ima put her in backpack
All these niggas need to back back
All this money can't fit up in the backpack
I don't even know why you would ask that
Too many flights got jet lagged
Come from Vermont and get a big bag
No rap cap, no
Seven for the jeans, 2k on the toes
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Twenty, forty stores, 100k for the shows
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Posted on the main with the gang, you can find out
Pussy you are late, shoud be sending "you need to retire"
Your shit sound the same, I got that flame, I got that fire
She gon' suck my dick, she suck my soul like a vampire
Keep my pistol close, boy I keep them poles
Keep my brothers close, keep my sister close
Phone 'em talkin' down, pussy nigga we wipe your nose
On a gang, you sustain, bitch you get exposed
And my money to the ceiling
They treatin' me like the villain
But fuck them all, caught bitch you peelin'
Anyday he did it like Krillin (Krillin)
We gon' stack it lil' nigga like chillin'
When that drac' gets to kickin' he limpin' (Limpin')
Ain't no game, I won't stop til the clip in (Clip in)
No rap cap, no
Seven for the jeans, 2k on the toes
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Twenty, forty stores, 100k for the shows
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
2K for the toes, I want me some more
All my nigga's stones, I want me some more
'Cause a dog can't get a bone
No rap cap, no
Seven for the jeans, 2K on the toes
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Twenty, forty stores, 100k for the shows
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Uh, my girl like girls (Yeah, yeah), and he like girls
Don't buy her diamonds, I like to buy pearls
She want me but she just can't be my girl
She want me but she belong to the world
Gave her the moon but she wanted the world
I'm in a foreign, almost hit the curb
My big brother wanna fuck on my girl
She brought her friend but I wanted her first
I don't know how much I need for a verse
She don't want me, she want Trippie
I told her, no I need fifty
Fuck that shit, no, I need fifty
No rap cap
Bad lil bitch put her on my lap
Take her overseas ima put her in backpack
All these niggas need to back back
All this money can't fit up in the backpack
I don't even know why you would ask that
Too many flights got jet lagged
Come from Vermont and get a big bag
No rap cap, no
Seven for the jeans, 2k on the toes
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Twenty, forty stores, 100k for the shows
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Posted on the main with the gang, you can find out
Pussy you are late, shoud be sending "you need to retire"
Your shit sound the same, I got that flame, I got that fire
She gon' suck my dick, she suck my soul like a vampire
Keep my pistol close, boy I keep them poles
Keep my brothers close, keep my sister close
Phone 'em talkin' down, pussy nigga we wipe your nose
On a gang, you sustain, bitch you get exposed
And my money to the ceiling
They treatin' me like the villain
But fuck them all, caught bitch you peelin'
Anyday he did it like Krillin (Krillin)
We gon' stack it lil' nigga like chillin'
When that drac' gets to kickin' he limpin' (Limpin')
Ain't no game, I won't stop til the clip in (Clip in)
No rap cap, no
Seven for the jeans, 2k on the toes
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Twenty, forty stores, 100k for the shows
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Lamar Ii White, Ozan Yildirim, Kodie Shantil Marr, Jacob Elliot Reske
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