No Limit Soldiers
Babyface Ray, Team Eastside Lil P, Nice
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Yeah ayy My auntie gettin' evicted I can help you with your kitchen Unky in there water whippin', if I cook it do the dishes Yeah, I'm sippin', never slippin' F*ck up chicken, peter Griffin In Perrysburg, do the limit They be trippin', got convicted Man, I'm grateful when it's Bad, could be worse, it get wicked Man, don't call me 'bout no bag, it's exotic It's expensive They gossipin', got my name in they mouth Why is this? Since they took my nigga Soda I ain't trustin' shit I'm a rap nigga and I'm proud of this I still can pull it out the mud You know how I get You know how I do, what you tryna do? Gotta stack whatever flavor Give me twenty-two Give me twenty minutes, yeah I got it with me Buyin' whites from Fairlane You can park by Bennys Nigga, you can't ride this wave 'cause it's diamonds in it I'ma pay you full in cash Once you find them niggas Bitch, don't call my phone no more Go f*ck that other nigga VVs drippin' on my neck What I bought from dealin' Four-sixty in my pop That's the cost of livin' I can't hang with the opps That's an awkward feeling I'm like Martin Luther, I got a dream Used to want to be a hoop star Now I'm sellin' beans Used to be the best point guard Now I'm pointin' beams Face say he got a four of Wock' Spill it in a cream Rollie presidential, my plug is confidential Her ass fat, her hair long My bitch is beneficial A fork and some Karo the main two utensils Big F&H and it's loaded up with missiles boy Thumb through a dub in five minutes They can't wait to say you finished Broke a record servin' fiends They should put me up in Guinness They want opioids, I'm sippin' Tech It ain't no difference somebody call Noisey Document the way we livin' Them lil' hoes you chasin' We don't pay 'em no attention We run through whole crews, by myself I hit a nickel sip the drank raw We sippin' Wocky out the nipple Can't say you run your hood You gotta show me some credentials "Where your paperwork?" The shit I Ask before a verse We can have the same work long As I get it first Got the pistol in her purse Serve them niggas down the street You see any funny shit You better pass that bitch to me If you ain't got no heart Then you won't last up in these streets I go where I wanna go 'cause I done handled all my beef I'm still stuck on trap shit These boys been scammin' for some weeks Jump in and out this rap shit Spendin' blow money on beats, nigga
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