NO KAP lyrics

[Intro]
Pushing more peter, tah
What he said, aha, completer, haha, sweeter lil' b*tch, haha, ha
Yeah, yeah-yeah
(Project, Project, Project)
(Say what?) yeah (What?), yeah, mh-mhm (Lil' b*tch), yeah, mh-mhm, yeah, mh-mhm (Slatt), mh-mhm (Slatt), mh-mhm (Slatt), YSL

[Chorus]
I got rich to pop it no cap
Money ain't a problem no cap (No)
Ridin' through Atlanta I'm strapped (Yo)
Taught my youngin' how to flip a pack (Yeah)
He ain't finna pop it he ain't ready
Most the time my eyes really red
I'm high out my mind and you can tell it
Ain't sh*t a f*ck n*gga ever could tell me, I'm up

[Verse 1: 1300SAINT]
Got some more digits I'm up, yeah, yeah
I slap that ho on her butt, b*tch I'm tryna fill this sh*t up, yeah, yeah (Oh yеah, oh yeah)
Money inside thеse bags, and hop out a Bentley truck, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I'm nun' like yo' last n*gga, don't try to mix me up, yeah, yeah
I'm poppin' these muh' f*ckin' tags, I'm poppin' this sh*t, yeah (I'm poppin', I'm poppin')
My new b*tch did her body and sh*t, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
I'm blowin' these racks like a hobby lil' b*tch' yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
My lil' n*gga be wildin' put a bag on top of yo' head yeah, yeah (Put a bag on top of yo' head, who knew?)
[Chorus]
I got rich to pop it no cap
Money ain't a problem no cap
Ridin' through Atlanta I'm strapped
Taught my youngin' how to flip a pack (Yeah)
He ain't finna pop it he ain't ready
Most the time my eyes really red (Nah)
I'm high out my mind and you can tell it
Ain't sh*t a f*ck n*gga ever could tell me, I'm up

[Verse 2: Nine Vicious]
Edges laid badder than your b*tch (Say what?)
Two hoes bouncing on the di*k (Let's go)
In Japan with some fine sh*t (No cap)
I got pints, sippin' on this Tris (And one)
Cough syrup I ain't even sick (And one)
Out the way, n*gga out the mix
New Rock steppin' on this sh*t (Let's go)
Got boots, we steppin' on that b*tch (b*tch)
Ponytail, Rick on my shoe (No cap)
She wanna f*ck I'm like "Ooh" (Damn)
I send them shots at yo' crew (Say what?)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout that pus*y ass dude (b*tch)
I'm with lil' Saint in the booth (Yeah), we smokin' dope, yeah, I'm high as the roof (High)
I ain't talkin' 'bout Ludacris but when I see her I tell that b*tch move
Thirty-one days, the lil' b*tch tryna get slayed (Tryna get slayed)
She know I won't play, she tryna' come f*ck on lil' Trey (Tryna come f*ck on lil' Trey)
Hair just laid, but no, a young n*gga ain't gay (Say what? A n*gga ain't gay)
Shoot his face, we clean that boy out like a maid (Boo)
[Chorus]
I got rich to pop it no cap
Money ain't a problem no cap
Ridin' through Atlanta I'm strapped
Taught my youngin' how to flip a pack (Yeah)
He ain't finna pop it he ain't ready
Most the time my eyes really red (Nah)
I'm high out my mind and you can tell it
Ain't sh*t a f*ck n*gga ever could tell me, I'm up

[Outro: 1300SAINT & Nine Vicious]
Got some more digits I'm up, yeah, yeah
I slap that ho on her butt, b*tch I'm tryna fill this sh*t up, yeah, yeah (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Money inside these bags, and hop out a Bentley truck, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I'm nun' like yo' last n*gga, don't try to mix me up, yeah, yeah (Don't mix me up though)
I'm with lil' Saint in the booth (Say what?), we smokin' dope, yeah, I'm high as the roof (Slatt, slatt, woah)
Ponytail, Rick on my shoe (Slatt)
She wanna f*ck I'm like "Ooh" (And I'm like-)
I'm with lil' Saint in the booth (Woah), we smokin' dope yea I'm high as the roof (I'm ready)
Ponytail, Rick on my shoe (Let's go)
She wanna f*ck I'm like "Ooh" (Say what? Yeah)
Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?