[Chorus]
No cap
The whole of my lyrics be no cap
Jung be a driller, that’s no cap
Tryna leave fuck niggas with no cap
She want me in her, I know that
Bro said, “Fuck prison, can’t go back”
He a has-been, chattin’ 'bout old stats
Don’t clout chase me, you a grown man
[Verse 1]
No cap, no cap
Ring, ring, trap, I still got white, Alan Carr
You’re which gang? Give a fuck who you are
Milli views but I don't feel like a star
My songs what they pump in the car
These times, I got a pump in the car
When corona’s over and lockdown done
My niggas still got gloves and a mask
No cap, everybody keep tellin’ me, “Go rap”
If rap don’t work, I’ma go trap
Oh, you ain’t seen ten? You got no chat
Runners on my feet cost a whole stack
Pull on her hair, grab on her whole back
Every time I get bail, yo, I’m so baffed
Three shanks in case that the wap jam, no cap
No cap, CID preein’, I’m tryna avoid them, no cap
Span this ting without knowing her name, just that she from Croydon, no cap
No cap, no comment cah I’on give clues to the boydem, no cap
Love my little sis with the whole of my heart but I’m onto her boyfriend, no cap
In the T but I should be on tour though
In T, oh, I put B in my jaw bone
Four wounds ain’t enough, give him more, yo
Said he don’t want smoke, yeah, I thought so
Known for waps to The Met but I’ve never been nicked with a sheen officer
Feds asking questions, I was in the booth all night, it weren’t me officer
No cap
The whole of my lyrics be no cap
Jung be a driller, that’s no cap
Tryna leave fuck niggas with no cap
She want me in her, I know that
Bro said, “Fuck prison, can’t go back”
He a has-been, chattin’ 'bout old stats
Don’t clout chase me, you a grown man
[Verse 1]
No cap, no cap
Ring, ring, trap, I still got white, Alan Carr
You’re which gang? Give a fuck who you are
Milli views but I don't feel like a star
My songs what they pump in the car
These times, I got a pump in the car
When corona’s over and lockdown done
My niggas still got gloves and a mask
No cap, everybody keep tellin’ me, “Go rap”
If rap don’t work, I’ma go trap
Oh, you ain’t seen ten? You got no chat
Runners on my feet cost a whole stack
Pull on her hair, grab on her whole back
Every time I get bail, yo, I’m so baffed
Three shanks in case that the wap jam, no cap
No cap, CID preein’, I’m tryna avoid them, no cap
Span this ting without knowing her name, just that she from Croydon, no cap
No cap, no comment cah I’on give clues to the boydem, no cap
Love my little sis with the whole of my heart but I’m onto her boyfriend, no cap
In the T but I should be on tour though
In T, oh, I put B in my jaw bone
Four wounds ain’t enough, give him more, yo
Said he don’t want smoke, yeah, I thought so
Known for waps to The Met but I’ve never been nicked with a sheen officer
Feds asking questions, I was in the booth all night, it weren’t me officer
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