Floyd Lawton
Ha Ha Ha Ha
No but for real though
We all thugs that's no cap
We draw blood that's no cap
We don't shrug that's no cap
You all bugs that's no cap
We all thugs that's no cap
We draw blood that's no cap
We don't shrug that's no cap
That's no cap
That's no cap
We got drums in the back
We got our thumbs on the gat
Going CRACK
Pick yo mans up nigga slump because he lacked
And if you wanna go to war you better bring some desperation
Cuz my team some ghetto soldiers
Leaving Hell yo destination nigga
You don't wanna be the newest
You don't wanna be the one to face the music
That choppa hit them scales like it's a mothafuckin flutist
Turn yo back on the gang then we pull a fuckin Brutus
Nigga gon bet his whole life on some hubris
You've been deemed Ron Stoppable you riding round with Rufus
You can take the rat out the Corp but not the Corp out the rat
But if a rat up in my court he better shoot us
Cuz now yo ass is seen
Don't need to ask the team
Run up on his ass like piccolo
I got a special beam
His ass snaked that's no surprise bitch I've been waiting on yo name
Got this drake Haha surprise bitch this shit taking off yo brain
Let his homie wash his shirt but ain't no taking off my stain
Keep thinking bout the dirt shit while I'm taking off my chain
Opposition's lurking this the NFE domain
Competition hurting all my enemy's get slain
All that jealousy shit lame
If you were me they'd see a felon
All the guys know when you talk wrong, 33s they spray ya melon
Y'all chicken nigga don't beef
Yo next moments gon be brief
Hurd yo job giving out dental, I'll have this glizzy hitting yo teeth
That's no mothafuckin cap
That's no mothafuckin cap
Floyd Lawton in this bitch that's no mothafuckin cap
Clowning and shit you get this mothafuckin gat
Rounds in this bitch and that's no moths fuckin cap
That's no mothafuckin cap
Guns thugs talk done
Hallows get to blowing boy we leaving you in blood
Funds plugs chalk bums
Didn't want me clean so bitch I'm leaving you in mud
Funds plugs chalk bums
You didn't want me clean so bitch I'm leaving you in mud
Guns thugs talk done
Hallows get to blowing boy we leaving you in blood
No but for real though
We all thugs that's no cap
We draw blood that's no cap
We don't shrug that's no cap
You all bugs that's no cap
We all thugs that's no cap
We draw blood that's no cap
We don't shrug that's no cap
That's no cap
That's no cap
We got drums in the back
We got our thumbs on the gat
Going CRACK
Pick yo mans up nigga slump because he lacked
And if you wanna go to war you better bring some desperation
Cuz my team some ghetto soldiers
Leaving Hell yo destination nigga
You don't wanna be the newest
You don't wanna be the one to face the music
That choppa hit them scales like it's a mothafuckin flutist
Turn yo back on the gang then we pull a fuckin Brutus
Nigga gon bet his whole life on some hubris
You've been deemed Ron Stoppable you riding round with Rufus
You can take the rat out the Corp but not the Corp out the rat
But if a rat up in my court he better shoot us
Cuz now yo ass is seen
Don't need to ask the team
Run up on his ass like piccolo
I got a special beam
His ass snaked that's no surprise bitch I've been waiting on yo name
Got this drake Haha surprise bitch this shit taking off yo brain
Let his homie wash his shirt but ain't no taking off my stain
Keep thinking bout the dirt shit while I'm taking off my chain
Opposition's lurking this the NFE domain
Competition hurting all my enemy's get slain
All that jealousy shit lame
If you were me they'd see a felon
All the guys know when you talk wrong, 33s they spray ya melon
Y'all chicken nigga don't beef
Yo next moments gon be brief
Hurd yo job giving out dental, I'll have this glizzy hitting yo teeth
That's no mothafuckin cap
That's no mothafuckin cap
Floyd Lawton in this bitch that's no mothafuckin cap
Clowning and shit you get this mothafuckin gat
Rounds in this bitch and that's no moths fuckin cap
That's no mothafuckin cap
Guns thugs talk done
Hallows get to blowing boy we leaving you in blood
Funds plugs chalk bums
Didn't want me clean so bitch I'm leaving you in mud
Funds plugs chalk bums
You didn't want me clean so bitch I'm leaving you in mud
Guns thugs talk done
Hallows get to blowing boy we leaving you in blood
Credits
Writer(s): Zion Smith
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