No Rap Cap lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh
(They got Wooskii on the mix)
No, no, no, can't let them get to me
No, no, no, no

[Verse 1]
My facecard good in the trenches
Most you n*ggas who rappin' not active
You ain't never shot sh*t and you ain't killed sh*t, please just stop that cappin'
I don't even diss the opps no more, but sh*t, f*ck them, we passed 'em
We do it for Bob, we do it for Pap, switch Glock, not no Macky
If you in the trenches, you know who I am, I ain't gotta post no blicks
Got my first Drac' and fell in love with it, I ain't wanna tote no sticks
He broke, he bummy as hell, tryna sneak diss 'cause I f*cked his b*tch
KO gon' tag his ass if I say so, but I don't send no hits
I don't even link with hoes I don't know, want lo', I send her off
He tried to put a b*tch on me backdoor, nah, what the f*ck he thought?
She f*cked Boojean, I f*cked her sister, sh*t, I ain't take no loss
He wanna do a feature, I ain't even sign yet, but that sh*t gon' cost
I got my Glock and that b*tch came with a brrt, play with me, I'ma shoot
My drip like Purple jeans with a Moncler, but I Gucci the shoe
He post his b*tch, I'm in her close friends, I was f*ckin' her too
Postin' them blicks all on the internet that they ain't never gon' shoot
Got a lil' b*tch last name Jackson, first name not no Janet
Any high-speed we in, if Woo or Doc drivin', I am not gon' panic
I was off lean, but I ain't even eat the pus*y this time, I vanished (Stupid)
Lambo truck, this ain't no striker and this b*tch not rented
I don't even hang on other n*ggas' blocks, I know that backdoor open
He was on some fan sh*t and got caught without it, left his sh*t open
Sniper say back of the yard, drop the lo' then, let that sh*t be noticed
I ain't never ducked sh*t and I don't 'net beef, I do sh*t on purpose
[Interlude]
On foenem
Ayy, man, everybody be tough as hell, gang, foe
Like, like motherf*ckers don't know
The trenches talk, foe, like
Motherf*ckers know who really like that and who ain't, bro, you know?
That's why n*ggas be tryin' you b*tch-ass n*ggas 'cause they know y'all hoes, man
n*ggas don't play with me, you hear me?

[Verse 2]
Pop me an X pill, I blast off this time like f*ck that Perky
Heartin' all my pictures give me backdoor vibes, red flag, she thirsty
f*ck with two condoms, I don't even f*ck raw 'cause these hoes got herpes
b*tch, we got F&Ns, I like fifty shots, I give Clay them thirties
MO my dog for sure, splash bros, if I ain't f*ck, he did
Why you on the 'net talkin' 'bout bodies, boy? Ain't sh*t you did
Pop Killa and Lucci pull up two switch Glocks, them is not no SIGs
Just f*cked this model b*tch off Instagram, could be Latto twin

[Outro]
On foenem
Ayy, that b*tch look just like Mulatto, you hear me?
No cap, ayy
Ayy, long live Bob, man, long live Bway and Wop, man
Y'all know what the f*ck goin' on, man
G Pap forever, you know
Ayy, Bob, you know how we comin', man
Remember the last time I came home, man
What I say, man? Drop me off on the opps, man, I'll find my way back, man
You know what the f*ck goin' on, man
You seen how we came for Pap, right?
Alright then, man