No Cap Lyrics

(Baby pull me closer in the backseat of your rover)[Lowkeymali what's the word]

Glaa glaa boom (That I know you can't afford bite that tattoo on your shoulder) Like

Like what (Pull the sheets right off the corner of that mattress that you stole) Like

Like I said yaiga the goat niggas already know when I blitz through the what (From your roommate back in Boulder we ain't ever getting older)

Top opp so I walk with a stick

Had to tell Brodie get back on his grip

I got a baddie toting on a blick

Shoot double hand knocka got a kick

Spin through they hood what you wanna do

Big EBS no we don't pick or choose

He talk like he tough I'm clearing the room

Bro got the mop and I came with the broom

Go on a drill with the Mac

Just keep clicking clicking at his hat

Still in the hood moving tact

They talk on the gang but let's speak on the facts

Three opps got hit Cuz all they do is lack

Can't go out like got stabbed in his back

Spin through they block have em running like track

This shit getting real better get you a strap

Go on a drill with the Mac

Just keep clicking clicking at his hat

Still in the hood moving tact

They talk on the gang but let's speak on the facts

Three opps got hit Cuz all they do is lack

Can't go out like got stabbed in his back

Spin through they block have em running like track

This shit getting real better get you a strap

They mans got hit and they still ain't go slide

Hoodie on mask on you know it's that time

Two twin glocks like who ready to die

Unlimited shots if he throw up a five

This shit can get lit if you try one of mine

Glove on like mike jack in his prime

Heard a opp got shot with his grip and he died

Three opps got hit and they still ain't gon ride

Move wock get dropped

Call me Patrick I stay with the rock

That nigga a dick cuz he died with his knock

Opp thot smooch and she giving the drop

Bend through they hood we spinning in tints

Spin through they block tryna catch us a hit

They mans got clipped and they still ain't do shit

Like what they gon do when we hang out the whip

That nigga a bitch he was running like rick

Everything dead when they bend through they strip

If I don't got the pole you get beat out ya kicks

All my opps is dirty and bummy as shit

Want static let em have it

Move tact act bad with a bad bitch

Still on my shit im still moving tactic

Everything k gotta keep me a ratchet

Know some ooters who slide on a bike

I got a gun why the fuck would I fight

He try to front now he seeing the light

That nigga a bitch nigga fuckin ya wife

Better come in correct

Why he flexing well I ain't impressed

Headshots so you don't need a vest

Smoking on shh nigghas put em to rest like

Top opp so I walk with a stick

Had to tell Brodie get back on his grip

I got a baddie toting on a blick

Shoot double hand knocka got a kick

Spin through they hood what you wanna do

Big EBS no we don't pick or choose

He talk like he tough I'm clearing the room

Bro got the mop and I came with the broom

Go on a drill with the Mac

Just keep clicking clicking at his hat

Still in the hood moving tact

They talk on the gang but let's speak on the facts

Three opps got hit Cause all they do is lack

Can't go out like he got stabbed in his back

Spin through they block have em running like track

This shit getting real better get you a strap