No Limit Soldiers

Lyrics

[Intro: Babyface Ray] Yeah Ayy [Verse 1: Babyface Ray] 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', fuck 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 [Verse 2: Team Eastside Lil P] Bitch, don't call my phone no more, go fuck 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 [Verse 3: Team Eastside D-Nice] 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