No Cap
No cap
I be schoolin' em where your bookbag?
Rick and Menace cookin' in the lab
Blew the booth up, didn't look back
Cool guys don't look at explosions
Do drugs I don't have emotions
I'm with the clown and we floatin' floatin'
Got codeine and sprite makin' potions (Don't do drugs kids)
What did this do to me? Talented musically
Bitch gave me brain, she real good with the tutory
Lick on my jewelry, spendin' it stupidly
New bitch every time I'm fuckin' with unity
All eyes on me I'm always under scrutiny
Never late to class, wasn't one for truancy
Got there early in the office, the secretary give me Clinton
I'm not talkin' Hillary
Me and my team got artillery
So many clips together it's a trilogy
I'm the one got these hoes actin' like Billy Jean
I'm the one got these hoes actin' like Billy Jean
Hee hee, rollin' through the city with the beam
Hee hee, rollin' through the city with the beam
No cap
Bitch I'm the shit and you know that
Shorty ask when we linkin', I'm playin' dumb like
Ain't that the dude with the top hat?
I better stop that
You ain't know me before now you liking my moves hit the tap tap
Shit I'll let you slide if you half black
Gimme a spin is your ass fat cause
No we ain't playin
She on her knees tell the pastor she prayin'
Oh she a liar, damn I'm on fire
I'm what you see when you flickin' the lighter
Bring in that money might early retire
Just like an ad I told that man I'm flyer
Don't bring your hoe near me she gettin' wet
When I bring her back you got throw her in the dryer
For like an hour, like 50 got power
My cubans drippin', below me get showered
Smokin' on flower, from Legend it's louder
Make them hit the stank face they taste something sour
Your closets just that mine's a studio
Perky got me lost boy like Rufio
My life a movie on the Vizio
Turn your hoe a singer hit falsetto
Bitch
No cap
No cap
No cap
Bitch I'm the shit and you know that
No cap
They was like you lyin' you did not get Lil Altoid I said
No cap
I am not lyin' a lil bit
I told that lil bitch come sit on this lil dick wait
Wrist on froze like an Igloo
I got issues, use the pump like a tissue
Wipe a nigga nose can't miss two
One of these shots gon rip through tissue
She suck my dick then kiss you
This my story M. Night plot twist you
Your bitch be hittin' my line for the follow back
She look like Gwen Stefani I might holla back
I bought her Benihanas and a Prada bag
I feel like Uzi nigga cause I'm proud of that, roger that
Niggas follow my commands
Crazy what niggas will do for a band
Feel like Keem they go crazy when I land
Been through some shit but that's part of the plan
Two fo fo's, two three three's gon blow
Please pray for my foes, strap that shows
Niggas got it in for the bro, cause I got it in for with they hoe
So I keep a pistol loaded, keep a pistol totted
Keep a pistol in my pocket nigga
If they got a problem we can really solve it
Cause I keep the answer in a rocket nigga
Come to my crib girl we can kick back
We can roll up and smoke up a big bag
Roll the windows down for the splif pack
Keep a strip pack, take a trip back
Took another tab now reality I cannot grip that
He got no salary, cashapp he flip that
Count up my calories I gotta get that
I be schoolin' em where your bookbag?
Rick and Menace cookin' in the lab
Blew the booth up, didn't look back
Cool guys don't look at explosions
Do drugs I don't have emotions
I'm with the clown and we floatin' floatin'
Got codeine and sprite makin' potions (Don't do drugs kids)
What did this do to me? Talented musically
Bitch gave me brain, she real good with the tutory
Lick on my jewelry, spendin' it stupidly
New bitch every time I'm fuckin' with unity
All eyes on me I'm always under scrutiny
Never late to class, wasn't one for truancy
Got there early in the office, the secretary give me Clinton
I'm not talkin' Hillary
Me and my team got artillery
So many clips together it's a trilogy
I'm the one got these hoes actin' like Billy Jean
I'm the one got these hoes actin' like Billy Jean
Hee hee, rollin' through the city with the beam
Hee hee, rollin' through the city with the beam
No cap
Bitch I'm the shit and you know that
Shorty ask when we linkin', I'm playin' dumb like
Ain't that the dude with the top hat?
I better stop that
You ain't know me before now you liking my moves hit the tap tap
Shit I'll let you slide if you half black
Gimme a spin is your ass fat cause
No we ain't playin
She on her knees tell the pastor she prayin'
Oh she a liar, damn I'm on fire
I'm what you see when you flickin' the lighter
Bring in that money might early retire
Just like an ad I told that man I'm flyer
Don't bring your hoe near me she gettin' wet
When I bring her back you got throw her in the dryer
For like an hour, like 50 got power
My cubans drippin', below me get showered
Smokin' on flower, from Legend it's louder
Make them hit the stank face they taste something sour
Your closets just that mine's a studio
Perky got me lost boy like Rufio
My life a movie on the Vizio
Turn your hoe a singer hit falsetto
Bitch
No cap
No cap
No cap
Bitch I'm the shit and you know that
No cap
They was like you lyin' you did not get Lil Altoid I said
No cap
I am not lyin' a lil bit
I told that lil bitch come sit on this lil dick wait
Wrist on froze like an Igloo
I got issues, use the pump like a tissue
Wipe a nigga nose can't miss two
One of these shots gon rip through tissue
She suck my dick then kiss you
This my story M. Night plot twist you
Your bitch be hittin' my line for the follow back
She look like Gwen Stefani I might holla back
I bought her Benihanas and a Prada bag
I feel like Uzi nigga cause I'm proud of that, roger that
Niggas follow my commands
Crazy what niggas will do for a band
Feel like Keem they go crazy when I land
Been through some shit but that's part of the plan
Two fo fo's, two three three's gon blow
Please pray for my foes, strap that shows
Niggas got it in for the bro, cause I got it in for with they hoe
So I keep a pistol loaded, keep a pistol totted
Keep a pistol in my pocket nigga
If they got a problem we can really solve it
Cause I keep the answer in a rocket nigga
Come to my crib girl we can kick back
We can roll up and smoke up a big bag
Roll the windows down for the splif pack
Keep a strip pack, take a trip back
Took another tab now reality I cannot grip that
He got no salary, cashapp he flip that
Count up my calories I gotta get that
Credits
Writer(s): Kaleb Rios
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