
letra de no cap - twl
[intro]
(wh-who the f-ck is trip?)
[chorus]
yeah, no cap!
no more of that gang sh-t, no lying (no lying)
i love ken, i’m a clone
keep on dissing, watch your tone (shoot)
when i rap, i’m in my zone
when i cook, i cook alone (pew pew)
200-hour album this better blow up or else i’m going home
huh
[verse]
drop it, drop it, drop it
drop the album homixide gang, its now july (homixide, homixide)
drop the album playboi, he just 3 years late (what? schyeah)
drop the album che, don’t mind your cover (b-tch, huh)
broken hearts 3, yeah its never gonna drop
i just mixed my vape, this some alc, i don’t play with bl!cky guns (baby money)
i write my own lyrics, huh, i don’t need no writer, yeah
i’m not a gangster huh, i’m a righteous man
i’m only two months in fl and i’m cooking sh-t like this (like this)
my flow going crazy you other rappers can’t make sh-t like this (like this)
i pay for all my plugins, huh, i ain’t broke like this (like this)
i make all of my songs during school, b-tch come watch this
should i even mention your name when i shoot your ass today?
made another song on my laptop and i ain’t even got a speaker, yeah (huh)
i learned sh-t off youtube and forums, you can’t compete with me, yeah
when i was 12 i made my first band, now i’m broke as sh-t (homixide)
i put in all my effort into a beat, yeah, i’m tired as f-ck
i just walk into a club, its 12, yeah, but they don’t give a f-ck (gunna)
we gon’ ride till we die, yeah, yolo that sh-ts f-cked (f-ck)
if you listen to nettspend, yeah, your ass finna get f-cked (yeah)
anytime you wanna come dance, you can wrap it up with a chain, yeah
no diamonds on my chain, yeah my chain, yeah my chain, yeah (no cap)
tinted up windows, you can’t see in, you can’t see in, you can’t see in
pulled up in my dad’s porsche, its got spin, its got spin, it’s got spin, yeah (h0m-xide)
[chorus]
yeah, no cap!
no more of that gang sh-t, no lying (no lying)
i love ken, i’m a clone
keep on dissing, watch your tone (shoot)
when i rap, i’m in my zone
when i cook, i cook alone (pew pew)
200-hour album this better blow up or else i’m going home
huh
[outro]
cr-p, my gangsters ebk!
i shot more n-ggas than you can shoot all day
i got mils i got diamonds that i can’t spend today (no shot)
i f-ck b-tches and hoes
ok that verse was cap (no cap)
deluxe on the way my n-gga
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