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No Cap (intro) Songtext
Protege Beatz
Iceberg
Havin′
16 grandma kids was beating nigga
I know one thing, I love you then I'm with you nigga
When I was younger, I was piped up, I been that nigga
Can′t bitch me you bleed like me, I been a hitter
The rents due at 720
Bought mom's a 550
Contemplating on the outcome of me signing me a 360
The new school got lane sense
You hate me, but ate it
When you speak to me, just make some sense (shut up nigga)
Only big wheels, no Hummers
I want her, Ion want nothing from her
Give her good wood like I chop lumber (beat it down)
I'm the plug lowkey but I can′t tell the number
This summer you did me good, so I can′t wait for another
Have you ever seen a million dollars in cash?
You gotta know the business in this if you wanna last
I got her back, she let her break her back, you buy her a bag
But I don't have a type, F Type, rev the Jag
Record a hit, do the splits
You sought me, but I hit (swear)
Oh you with the shits big sticks
Breakfast gotta come with the grits (blaaw)
Yeah I come from nothing (Flip)
I′ma make a flip, I stay up to something (flip)
New Rover and I got Range
Only time she gets a hold, just for some change
When you up some M's like me, you won′t even care for change
I'm rich as fuck now,
But ask my nigga′s have I changed (on God, on god)
My mom stays proud and-
My bitch stays pouting
I smoke good loud and- (ay that's that biscotti nigga)
My gang stay mobbin'
Bad bitch she slides in
My voice gone move a mountain (shh)
See you can′t say I switched up
Big stick, I put the stick up
She so nasty, lick it up (nasty bitch)
Wrist water, we was drinking tap water (what else?)
Now I text my jeweler please I need more water (VVS)
Be real, what you texting
Real love, never fades and-
I′m pro my tool
I ain't cut, probably not, then fade in
Do me wrong, do me right
Five hundred bags, I had to get right
Count up the backend then break her good night
Flippa!
Havin′
Havin'
Havin′
Iceberg
Havin′
16 grandma kids was beating nigga
I know one thing, I love you then I'm with you nigga
When I was younger, I was piped up, I been that nigga
Can′t bitch me you bleed like me, I been a hitter
The rents due at 720
Bought mom's a 550
Contemplating on the outcome of me signing me a 360
The new school got lane sense
You hate me, but ate it
When you speak to me, just make some sense (shut up nigga)
Only big wheels, no Hummers
I want her, Ion want nothing from her
Give her good wood like I chop lumber (beat it down)
I'm the plug lowkey but I can′t tell the number
This summer you did me good, so I can′t wait for another
Have you ever seen a million dollars in cash?
You gotta know the business in this if you wanna last
I got her back, she let her break her back, you buy her a bag
But I don't have a type, F Type, rev the Jag
Record a hit, do the splits
You sought me, but I hit (swear)
Oh you with the shits big sticks
Breakfast gotta come with the grits (blaaw)
Yeah I come from nothing (Flip)
I′ma make a flip, I stay up to something (flip)
New Rover and I got Range
Only time she gets a hold, just for some change
When you up some M's like me, you won′t even care for change
I'm rich as fuck now,
But ask my nigga′s have I changed (on God, on god)
My mom stays proud and-
My bitch stays pouting
I smoke good loud and- (ay that's that biscotti nigga)
My gang stay mobbin'
Bad bitch she slides in
My voice gone move a mountain (shh)
See you can′t say I switched up
Big stick, I put the stick up
She so nasty, lick it up (nasty bitch)
Wrist water, we was drinking tap water (what else?)
Now I text my jeweler please I need more water (VVS)
Be real, what you texting
Real love, never fades and-
I′m pro my tool
I ain't cut, probably not, then fade in
Do me wrong, do me right
Five hundred bags, I had to get right
Count up the backend then break her good night
Flippa!
Havin′
Havin'
Havin′
Writer(s): Dylan J. Berg, Demetrie Glover, Kevin Markees Purnell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
