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No Cap Zone
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Stunna 4 Vegas
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Yeah, ya know, oh I dont even thing they gonna understand this one But you know, I'm not for f**k n***as to understand, haha Succeed Oh you killer on the gram? OG Bobby Johnson All those guns in your video, quit camouflaging N***as live on they live feed until they lifing N***as mob in the studio but soft in real life This sh*t here is gettin out of hand The same energy you had, I need that sh*t again You know the way you said it, when you said it to your man I'm in your grill now, n***a, say that sh*t again I'm in your grill now, n***a this ain't snapchat Nah, Put this motherf**ker to your snapback This is 0-100 Dodge Johnny Hellcat B*t*hes ain't finna recognize you in the trash bag Cut a arm, cut a leg What the f**k am I aimming at? If I ain't aimming at his head? I'ma empty out the clip until that motherf**ker dead I like .40s but I rather hit him with the Smith & Wesson The .40 hella cool but the Wesson leave no sh*t Hot damn, ya sick, but this n***a off his meds I'm fly, c*ckpit like I took off in a jet Her mouth, my d**k, her head bobbing on the set I'm just that lit, what the f**k did you expect It's 4 times (4 times) 4 times (4 times) 4 times (4 times) 4 times (4 times) Uh, huh, huh, huh Aye It's big stunna, I'm head youngin' I get to the cake Yeah, 'bout Sherman cake Dive in that b*t*h like a lake These n***as don't hold no weight, I have my youngin' knock off his face Play with me we shoot up the place I say the word, put you on the plate These n***a be cap, I don't listen to what you say b*t*h Cause I know you won't shake sh*t I'll up that 5 and give you a face lift Make a b*t*h bad like say your grace b*t*h We got Ks and Drakes b*t*h We finna go ape b*t*h We hop out off the stage He get stomped in Asics These n***as be basic I just want a hoe like Trancy She gotta suck me if she tryna suck DaBaby Boy you taking, leave the block vacant Lemme tell them n***as what we do Lemme tell them n***as what we do Flip sh*t, with a thick b*t*h, what I pull up in the whip with (uh-huh) They say I'm spazzing out my mind I might be ritalin (Yeah) These n***as hoes they always crying, having b*t*h fits (Turn up) You know well I stand out, imma shine, imma misfit (ahhhh) I run the old weed (aye), they booking me over seas (aye) I just met a bad Vegas b*t*h, I ask if she knows succeed (ahhh-ahhh) Used to be selling 50 for a pound, you can get 4 for three (hey, aye) I got the smoke for free (smoke) You know how it go for me (Yeah) And you gon' need ten thousand, (ten) ain't doing no shows for free I got them hoes on me, pull up, they all over me (uh) I f**k your hoe asleep, sing to that b*t*h like I’m Jodeci Aye, n***a Haha, DaBaby I don't know why you did it, but uh, yeah, calm down Yo, But that's the way the sh*t go down If it wasn't fly, a n***a wouldn't get it in Yuh Stunna 4 Vegas, these n***as ain't really ready for this sh*t But ya know the gang, so um, solute When real n***as link, real sh*t go down I'm out
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