No Cap

Lyrics

[Intro] Aye, Kumi turn that shit up [Chorus: Blocc Ballout] I could fuck your bitch, nigga no cap I could turn that hoe to a floormat Yeah I made it out the hood, nigga no cap But I earned my stripes, I could go back But she ain't sweet, she a throwback Turn twenty-eight grams to a four-pack Lit block OG, yes I know that Nigga shoulda played sports, run a four-flat [Post-Chorus: Blocc Ballout] Riding through the hills, I won't sign a deal And I don't wanna buy the pint If I can't buy it sealed Hoppin' out the way, cause I been tryna chill And I been on the road, so I know how she feel [Verse 1: K Suave] Damn, she miss me when I'm on the road, but I'm tryna run up a Mil' I be geeked out my body, I'm done taking Molly, I might crack a seal On Rodeo, took her to Chanel In a Demon, she thought it was Hell Big ass crib on a mountain Bitch a lake on my neck, not a fountain Don't give her what she want, I be counting Counting the blue and the green She be blessing me all on her knees Claim she love me, that don't mean a thing Took a pic, now she screaming 'Wee' She outta control now I won't answer the phone now Can't give her the code now She a flip, she get passed around [Chorus: Blocc Ballout] I could fuck your bitch, nigga no cap I could turn that hoe to a floormat Yeah I made it out the hood, nigga no cap But I earned my stripes, I could go back But she ain't sweet, she a throwback Turn twenty-eight grams to a four-pack Lit block OG, yes I know that Nigga shoulda played sports, run a four-flat [Post-Chorus: Blocc Ballout] Riding through the hills, I won't sign a deal And I don't wanna buy the pint If I can't buy it sealed Hoppin' out the way, cause I been tryna chill And I been on the road, so I know how she feel [Verse 2: Montego] You can have that bitch, but I need my fiends Don't hit my phone if it ain't bout cheese You can take my heart, don't take my lean I can see demons in my dreams When I make it to the top, I'm gon' bring my team Suck my dick like it's ice cream This my white boy joint used to be an ice fiend I keep rackaids in my jeans [Chorus: Blocc Ballout] I could fuck your bitch, nigga no cap I could turn that hoe to a floormat Yeah I made it out the hood, nigga no cap But I earned my stripes, I could go back But she ain't sweet, she a throwback Turn twenty-eight grams to a four-pack Lit block OG, yes I know that Nigga shoulda played sports, run a four-flat [Post-Chorus: Blocc Ballout] Riding through the hills, I won't sign a deal And I don't wanna buy the pint If I can't buy it sealed Hoppin' out the way, cause I been tryna chill And I been on the road, so I know how she feel