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letra de no cap - ybf k sauce

[hook]
look me in my eyes
tell me you ready to slide
you a
hoe i can tell by the vibe
n-ggas
p-ssy i see through the lines
i give em a dime
that lil n-gga dyin
no cap
n-gga i been on business before rap
and my bro tryna spin him some mo’ laps
if they take him we gettin’ his soul back
n-gga i need the 100s on 100s on 100s
n-gga i get to thinkin i can’t even breathe
they say why you walk with a limp
b-tch i got some sh-t on my hip make a f-ck n-gga lean
he ain’t a opp but he f-ckin’ with all of them n-ggas
he gotta take one for the team
said if i snitch you could take out my tongue
b-tch i ain’t never gon’ say what i seen

[verse]
she told me pull up and don’t bring a gun
i told that b-tch “what the f-ck do you mean”
i got that sh-t everywhere that i be
you know i’m packin’ that sh-t ‘fo i leave
and these n-ggas be hoes
say they finna step on somethin’
b-tch, run up, get put on a tee
which one do you want
hanes or gildan, n-gga
i’ll k!ll these n-ggas for free
b-tch i’m on facetime
let the fye give him face time
i ain’t never gon’ face time
how the k sound
when i give him a flatline
he gon’ end up on dateline
you know these n-ggas talk hot
they ain’t never gon’ pop sh-t
n-ggas let’s make it shake now
we do walk downs
b-tch i can’t let ’em chalk sh-t
got that sh-t on my waist now
tell ’em 10 now he got a tag on his toe
i don’t feel these n-ggas, i’m ready to blow
like for real, these n-ggas be b-tches i know
call a flag on the play, we gon’ hit him fasho
got 100 somethin’ shots in this mothaf-ckin’ glock
and my bro chasin’ guap
whip the dope, let it lock
who the f-ck want the smoke
n-gga who tryna shop
put that bag on his head, now lil bro outta stock
got 100 somethin’ shots
for 100 somethin’ opps
know the bro tryna slide soon as i get the drop
told the bro he be trippin’, watch out for these thots
b-tch tryna play like he tough and he not
i’m tryna chill, but he keep talkin’ hot
boy that heat pack him up like he straight out the pot
tell that f-ck n-gga slide watch he don’t leave the lot
boy i’m wiping his nose like he covered in snot
[hook]
look me in my eyes
tell me you ready to slide
you a
hoe i can tell by the vibe
n-ggas
p-ssy i see through the lines
i give em a dime
that lil n-gga dyin
no cap
n-gga i been on business before rap
and my bro tryna spin him some mo’ laps
if they take him we gettin’ his soul back
n-gga i need the 100s on 100s on 100s
n-gga i get to thinkin i can’t even breathe
they say why you walk with a limp
b-tch i got some sh-t on my hip make a f-ck n-gga lean
he ain’t a opp but he f-ckin’ with all of them n-ggas
he gotta take one for the team
said if i snitch you could take out my tongue
b-tch i ain’t never gon’ say what i seen

[verse]
aye, n-gga i’m back on my sh-t
i know these n-ggas hatin’, get off of my d-ck
got like 32 shots in this mothaf-ckin’ clip
i ain’t runnin from sh-t
get a f-ck n-gga zipped
10 toes, these f-ck n-ggas know i’m gon’ step
b-tch, sauce got a mop, they still got swept
all my n-ggas got stripes, ain’t talkin’ no ref
when the drake go off, these n-ggas go deaf
right hand got aim if a n-gga play left
face shot hit his brain, get a n-gga soul left
n-gga i ain’t gon sleep if a n-gga try me
head shot leave him cold, i ain’t hittin’ no feet
n-gga think sh-t sweet
it’s gon take 2 weeks
just for them n-ggas to get a id
[hook]
n-gga i need the 100s on 100s on 100s
n-gga i get to thinkin i can’t even breathe
they say why you walk with a limp
b-tch i got some sh-t on my hip make a f-ck n-gga lean
he ain’t a opp but he f-ckin’ with all of them n-ggas
he gotta take one for the team
said if i snitch you could take out my tongue
b-tch i ain’t never gon’ say what i seen

- ybf k sauce

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