No Limit
Nigga know wassup nigga
Niggas know we out,and we slanging iron
Bet not catch a opp he dyin, no cap
Fuck ni- dis shit no rap we livin dis shit, HOTT
No it ain't no limit in this smoke shit
You say it's up, we ridin' around tryna smoke shit
In traffic' with his mama, must wan' get his folks hit
We blow shit, we toat, sticks im front row wit it
Yo best move better go wit it
They dissin, now I'm up in traffic hanging out windows wit it
Imma blast it, quick to clap it, and you know my bro hit it
I'm out servin, I'm out trappin, my whip smell like bows innit
Caught out of bounds, I'm gon send it
Up innis smoke ain't no limit
Why deez niggas keep on dissing on the gram damn
I heard a pussy nigga don spoke on luh cam, bitch wassham
I drop my low they ain't gon pull know imma blam
A fresh trappin ass, shooting ass nigga who I am(know wassup)
A real creep I know the tag on his car
We spin through see that shit outside, you know it's time to park
My shooter he ain't got no ski he spinnin with a scarf(but he onnit)
Deez niggas know wassup with me they know them fullys bark(blrddd)
By the day it's getting mo deep, it's gettin personal
Dat boy you better hope I don't see, cause imma hurst em(imma merk em)
Got 30 shots up inna Lamborghini thinking bout that murder
Threw the box up on the baby 9 so we can shoot it further
Last time we spinned I bet you heard her
It ain't no limit on this smoke, on my soul
Name a street i ain't spint imma bend it, on bro
You can't make a time they spint and we caught em and ain't blow
You know I been up on them niggas from the south, check the sco
First it was jus free luh webbie, now it's free luh webb and cree
I'm out screaming free my 3s, toating on my brand new glee
Got designer on that heat behind my belt, it's B.B.
Catch a target den dat opp gon feel dat belt, on my 3(on my 3 dis shit get real)
We show deez niggas dat we wit it, and we pop out wit it
They don't ever know who did it, whole time we spint it
Niggas claim they want it with me, he wan feel that glizzy
It's that time to go n get it, I love it I get busy
It ain't no limit on this smoke, on my soul
Name a street Ian spint, imma bend it on bro
You can't name a time Dey spint, and we caught em and ain't blow
You know I been up on them niggas from the south check the sco(I been up)
First it was jus free luh webbie, now it's free luh webb and cree
Free my 3s, on my 3 HOTT
Niggas know we out,and we slanging iron
Bet not catch a opp he dyin, no cap
Fuck ni- dis shit no rap we livin dis shit, HOTT
No it ain't no limit in this smoke shit
You say it's up, we ridin' around tryna smoke shit
In traffic' with his mama, must wan' get his folks hit
We blow shit, we toat, sticks im front row wit it
Yo best move better go wit it
They dissin, now I'm up in traffic hanging out windows wit it
Imma blast it, quick to clap it, and you know my bro hit it
I'm out servin, I'm out trappin, my whip smell like bows innit
Caught out of bounds, I'm gon send it
Up innis smoke ain't no limit
Why deez niggas keep on dissing on the gram damn
I heard a pussy nigga don spoke on luh cam, bitch wassham
I drop my low they ain't gon pull know imma blam
A fresh trappin ass, shooting ass nigga who I am(know wassup)
A real creep I know the tag on his car
We spin through see that shit outside, you know it's time to park
My shooter he ain't got no ski he spinnin with a scarf(but he onnit)
Deez niggas know wassup with me they know them fullys bark(blrddd)
By the day it's getting mo deep, it's gettin personal
Dat boy you better hope I don't see, cause imma hurst em(imma merk em)
Got 30 shots up inna Lamborghini thinking bout that murder
Threw the box up on the baby 9 so we can shoot it further
Last time we spinned I bet you heard her
It ain't no limit on this smoke, on my soul
Name a street i ain't spint imma bend it, on bro
You can't make a time they spint and we caught em and ain't blow
You know I been up on them niggas from the south, check the sco
First it was jus free luh webbie, now it's free luh webb and cree
I'm out screaming free my 3s, toating on my brand new glee
Got designer on that heat behind my belt, it's B.B.
Catch a target den dat opp gon feel dat belt, on my 3(on my 3 dis shit get real)
We show deez niggas dat we wit it, and we pop out wit it
They don't ever know who did it, whole time we spint it
Niggas claim they want it with me, he wan feel that glizzy
It's that time to go n get it, I love it I get busy
It ain't no limit on this smoke, on my soul
Name a street Ian spint, imma bend it on bro
You can't name a time Dey spint, and we caught em and ain't blow
You know I been up on them niggas from the south check the sco(I been up)
First it was jus free luh webbie, now it's free luh webb and cree
Free my 3s, on my 3 HOTT
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Writer(s): Camren Barr
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