No Limit ft. P4K & EkillaOffDaBlock Lyrics

Load up

Letss hit the road wit it

I ain't fuckin wit my homie

Cause he told wit it

Put a bag in my face

Ima go get it

Feel like master p

Cause I got no limit

Load up

Letss hit the road wit it

I ain't fuckin wit my homie

Cause he told wit it

Put a bag in my face

Ima go get it

Feel like master p

Cause I got no limit

We gon hit the road for a weekend

Can't catch me in the foreign

Get to close

It get to beepin

Catch me for that body rn

I ain't speaking

We gon keep spinning every week

Plus the weekend

Can't believe my homies told

Im ashamed

Niggas weird

They be movin for the fame

Yea the opps kno me

Ima blo it for the gang

And my daddy still a joint

So i can't put smutt

On my name

He was scared to use his whip

We gon take mine

Bouncing out the AMG

We got 4 9's

Took a L

And ran it back up

In no time

Why you niggas love tellin

Do yo time

Got my name inside yo mouth

Niggas stay cryin

Got the gang inside yo mouth

Niggas ain't slidin

I put the 28 on my back

Like I'm Chris Johnson

I Think they mad

Cause my neck and wrist

Diddy boppin

Load up

Letss hit the road wit it

I ain't fuckin wit my homie

Cause he told wit it

Put a bag in my face

Ima go get it

Feel like master p

Cause I got no limit

Load up

Letss hit the road wit it

I ain't fuckin wit my homie

Cause he told wit it

Put a bag in my face

Ima go get it

Feel like master p

Cause I got no limit

These diamonds on my pinky

Yea they bussin

Ain't got no limits

We pulled up wit that chopper

In that burban

And it's not tinted

Double G steppas

On my feet

I dropped a bag wit em

40 macaroni wit a stick

Yea it'll bag niggas

Pull up on they ass

Frrrrrrrrrr

And now they mad nigga

I ain't nun special

Juss a reaper wit a bag nigga

Ima keep my foot on that bitch neck

In case she fag nigga

Fell out wit that punk rock bitch

I got a bag getter

I got this bitch in MIA

I get a bag wit her

Everytime she in LA

She bring her bad sister

Hips right

Brought her ass wit her

Good sprite

Ima pass the liquor

High as hell

I knocked her boots

But don't remember

Text my phone up in the morning

Like we koo

You not a member

She don't know I'm finna block her

Ain't gon see her til December

Blocked her on the socials

She ain't finna find me

On no insta

Even on my dawg page

Ain't finna find me in no picture

Load up

Letss hit the road wit it

I ain't fuckin wit my homie

Cause he told wit it

Put a bag in my face

Ima go get it

Feel like master p

Cause I got no limit

Load up

Letss hit the road wit it

I ain't fuckin wit my homie

Cause he told wit it

Put a bag in my face

Ima go get it

Feel like master p

Cause I got no limit