No Limit lyrics

[Verse]
Make a b*tch say, "Uh," like I'm P
I been seein' murder, I'm 'bout it 'bout it with them P's
n*gga stutter like Silkk the Shocker, he see that piece
Treat the plug like the dealership, n*gga, hand over them keys
n*gga owe up, he better hand over that cheese
'Fore I drop a bag on you and that sh*t be out my reach
Thousand-dollar t-shirt on up under the mink
All-white AP, you can see it through my sleeve
Been off the porch, I'm the man in the trenches
Ask about me, n*gga, I got my hands in some millions
All my b*tches bad, Celine bags on they arm
YSL crocodile from gettin' beans out the pharm'
I ain't on IG with it, I'm in the field
I ain't never ran from no n*gga and never will
Jus got off the plane in Atlanta with seven seals
n*gga, I make deals, want them houses on the hill
Mascot for this designer sh*t every time I drip
Put a ten in my wall safe every time I flip
Plenty different hustles, got my hands in all kind of sh*t
Never turned back the first time I paid my mama rent
Never f*cked a plug over, name one hundred
I'm like Candyman, a n*gga say my name, I'm comin'
When they see us in the club, n*ggas hide they woman
Street n*gga, f*ck the same hoes as Andre Drummond
b*tch, I ball, I don't hoop
In the mall, me and Snoop
f*ck a n*gga whole bag up, go home and recoup
Titty bar ran outta singles, had to make 'em reboot
Go to war with this money, f*ck you boys wanna do?
Tenth car this year, third watch this month
Jackie Chan around this b*tch, I do my own stunts
On my wintertime grind, I sat down four months
Three-five in one Backwood when I roll blunts
They ain't f*ckin' with me, not at all
sh*t come easy, I don't try to ball
Get all in a b*tch head like Tylenol
Real killers on my team ridin' with me right or wrong
Better have that sh*t you rappin' 'bout before you write a song
n*ggas wanna trick me outta my position
If you really tryna eat, I got a proposition
Thirty racks on me, but I ain't finna cop a chicken
Ghetto Boyz, n*gga, I don't see no competition
Can't do no dirt with these n*ggas 'cause they'll tattle
Who got the most cheese in this b*tch? Let's have a battle
So many f*ckin' snakes in the grass, can hear 'em rattle
I said f*ck the new 550, I want a Phantom
You need it, then we got it, come get your hands on it
And it can take a two, go put some extra grams on it
You better use your head before I put some bread on it
n*ggas start some gangster sh*t and then they put the feds on you
That's crazy
[Outro]
You know what we do, n*gga
Ayy, Dave, let the beat ride out, n*gga