No Limit Lyrics

Don't know what's a L cause I'm winning

I'm running it up with no limit

I'm drinking it all, ain't no sippin

He was hating now he trynna kick it

Know he's scary I'm watching him fidget

Red beam on the target, no missing

His songs is rubbish innit

I swear his money midget

Racks in, bag in, get it fast

Ricky on my fashion, I'm in my bag

Hunnids in my skinnies, now they getting fat

He think he safe around that block, we gon' spin that

Say he keep it on him, where that blick at

Big gun, keep your guard up, that's a mismatch

I'm on a diet but I still stay with that Big Mac

Get my bro to toe-tag him, ain't no Tic-Tac

I love big money, know we gettin that

She Got a lil' waist with a big bag

Talk bout loyalty, but I live that

Try to spin back, but he missed that

Got some new swag with a new beem

I don't switch sides, ain't no new team

We like Golden State how we shooting

Imma roll him up like a LooseLeaf, yeah

No you can't tame us

Know we stay dangerous

Don't know no haters

I know they hate us

He said he want beef

He don't want no angus

Don't know what's a L cause I'm winning

I'm running it up with no limit

I'm drinking it all, ain't no sippin

He was hating now he trynna kick it

Know he's scary I'm watching him fidget

Red beam on the target, no missing

His songs is rubbish innit

I swear his money midget

Racks in, bag in, get it fast

Ricky on my fashion, I'm in my bag

Hunnids in my skinnies, now they getting fat

He think he safe around that block, we gon' spin that

I keep all that money on me

I keep High Demand on the tee

You amazed but it's easy to me

No Antares but I got the keys

Got no motion, it's three in the key

You ain't getting no feat for the free

That's ya girl sellin feet for the fee

I just love to ball, I'm Penny Hardaway

I can hear the law, I flush it all away

I don't want your bar, thats Fentanyl, I'm straight

I got big dogs, they don't chase balls, they don't play

Don't know what's a L cause I'm winning

I'm running it up with no limit

I'm drinking it all, ain't no sippin

He was hating now he trynna kick it

Know he's scary I'm watching him fidget

Red beam on the target, no missing

His songs is rubbish innit

I swear his money midget

Racks in, bag in, get it fast

Ricky on my fashion, I'm in my bag

Hunnids in my skinnies, now they getting fat

He think he safe around that block, we gon' spin that