No Cap Zone lyrics

[Intro: Succeed Phlyguy]
Yeah, ya know, oh
I dont even thing they gonna understand this one
But you know, I'm not for f*ck n*ggas to understand, haha
Succeed

[Verse 1: Succeed Phlyguy]
Oh you killer on the gram? OG Bobby Johnson
All those guns in your video, quit camouflaging
n*ggas live on they live feed until they lifing
n*ggas 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*gga, say that sh*t again
I'm in your grill now, n*gga this ain't snapchat
Nah, put this motherf*cker to your snapback
This is 0-100 Dodge Johnny Hellcat
b*tches ain't finna recognize you in the trash bag
Cut a arm, cut a leg
What the f*ck am I aimming at? If I ain't aimming at his head?
I'ma empty out the clip until that motherf*cker 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*gga off his meds
I'm fly, c*ckpit like I took off in a jet
Her mouth, my di*k, her head bobbing on the set
I'm just that lit, what the f*ck did you expect
[Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas]
It's 4X (4X)
4X (4 times)
4 times (4X)
4X (4X)
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*tch like a lake
These n*ggas 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*gga be cap, I don't listen to what you say b*tch
Cause I know you won't shake sh*t
I'll up that fire and give you a face lift
Make a b*tch bad like say your grace b*tch
We got Ks and Drakes b*tch
We finna go ape b*tch
We hop out off the stage
He get stomped in Asics
These n*ggas 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

[Verse 3: DaBaby]
Lemme tell them n*ggas what we do
Lemme tell them n*ggas what we do
Flip sh*t, with a thick b*tch, 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*ggas hoes they always crying, having b*tch fits (Turn up)
You know well I stand out, imma shine, imma misfit (Ah)
I run the old weed (Ayy), they booking me over seas (Ayy)
I just met a bad Vegas b*tch, I ask if she knows succeed (Ah-ah)
Used to be selling fifty for a pound, you can get 4 for three (Hey, ayy)
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*ck your hoe asleep, sing to that b*tch like I'm Jodeci
Ayy, n*gga
[Outro: Succeed Phlyguy]
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*gga wouldn't get it in
Yuh
Stunna 4 Vegas, these n*ggas ain't really ready for this sh*t
But ya know the gang, so um, salute
When real n*ggas link, real sh*t go down
I'm out