No Cap - Key Glock

The fuck?

Lame, the fuck is wrong with you cap ass niggas?

Old rappin' ass nigga

Ain’t no cap in my rap, you dig

On God

Ain’t no cap in my rap, hottest youngin in my city

I got racks just like tennis, tennis chains on my pendant, oh

Ever since a lil one I’ve been gettin' it, no pretending

Just a bad boy like Diddy, yeah you know a nigga with it

I ran up them commas and bought a Benz for my mama

I trapped them grams out my gram’s, you can go and ask my cousin

Came from playin' in the sand, now I’m playin' with them hundreds

I’m just saying I was thuggin', now I’m hotter than the oven

Had a .38 snub nose, Scottie Pippen

And I took that bitch to school, never got caught with it

I gave it to my nigga, then I went and bought a semi

Yeah I’m damn near up a milli and I just turned 20

I’m just ridin' with these hundreds, yeah, I’m talkin' 'bout guns and money

Shootin' like I’m Tony, show me my opponent

I keep that forty on me, yeah you know that I ain’t lonely

I keep that forty on me, yeah you know that I ain’t goin'

And I hope God with you nigga, if you run up on me

Just a young nigga trigger happy, I can’t wait to blow it

Better slow your roll, you know I let it go

Choppers with me, tote, Aaliyah, Rock the Boat

And my pockets swole, stuff my pants with dough, yeah

I’m rockin' all this gold, yeah, it came from rockin' shows

Goddamn Glock, why you drip like that?

'Cause I ain’t never have shit so I flex with these racks

Bitch I came from pushin' packs, now all my shows is packed

Yeah I still got them sacks, might go fuck off in Saks, yeah

Young nigga hard, bitch, all I spit is crack

Watch me hit a home run bitch, 'cause I’m next at bat

And I tell your baby mom suck it just like DX

'Cause I’m a nigga with a lot, you see this shit on my neck

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

No cap in my rap (no cap)

No cap in my rap (no cap)

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