No Cap

Gang Nigga yes I get a bag
YMR Jutty Jut
Casper
Yes I do the fucking dash
All yall niggas yall be lame cause yall fucking ass
Me and Casper went and hit the fucking trap like woe
Go to the mall
Niggas out here know they fall
Know they fall nigga
Jutty jut I'm a dog
Guess what I ain't ever showing love
Huh guess what you get stuck
I just come through yes I'm running out the truck
Out the truck nigga
Semi yes I keep it tucked
Play the game Do you like some mud
Like some mud Like some dirt
Sac first Jutty Jut get that bag full of merch
Niggas played yea they sad fucking burnt
Sad hurt Lil nigga shoulda learned

Semi On me yea bitch
Keep it tucked
Choppa gonna run you out you out of luck
Finna pull up to your crib
Shawty I'm fucking your bitch
Who want smoke Pull up at the crib
I got the smoke who want to go
Sending them shooters they on go
Wrist is froze I got gold Aye Yuh I got gold
Hit it from the back and I crack her back and I bust a nut on her forehead huh
Looking like a face tat nascar race went two rounds before that uh
She got a big booty but she got a mustache look like buhl from Lorax uh
Like Dora explorer she got on that boots I had to kick that uh
Like drip of a water I fuck on your daughter
Yea You don't use a condom A little virgin gone stutter
Got a lil bitch and she flexing them pearls
Diamonds they dripping I got gold like I'm Pharrell
Told a bitch count that I got a big duffle bag
Send them shooters they gon run that

They My motherfucking shooters
Pop out yes you know they gone do ya
Leave you looking stupid
All my niggas ruthless
In the booth jutty jut yea I spit it truthless
No cap
Split you wack
Yes y'all nigga all rats
Yes y'all talk to the jacks
All way I said fuck all the snakes
All of yall niggas can hate Yall copy the wave
Yes Yall copy the wave
All of yall niggas yall fake
Jutty Jut On ray
No cap yes I beat that Case
I said Fuck Lisa Grifer that was my judge that day



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Writer(s): Justin Ross
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