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key glock - no cap lyrics

[intro]
the f-ck?
lame, the f-ck is wrong with you cap -ss n-ggas?
c-a-p
old rappin’ -ss n-gga
ain’t no cap in my rap, you dig
on god

[verse]
ain’t no cap in my rap, hottest youngin in my city
i got racks just like tennis, tennis chains on my pendant, oh
ever since a lil one i’ve been gettin’ it, no pretending
just a bad boy like diddy, yeah you know a n-gga with it
i ran up them commas and bought a benz for my mama
i trapped them grams out my gram’s, you can go and ask my cousin
came from playin’ in the sand, now i’m playin’ with them hundreds
i’m just saying i was thuggin’, now i’m hotter than the oven
had a .38 snub nose, scottie pippen
and i took that b-tch to school, never got caught with it
i gave it to my n-gga, then i went and bought a semi
yeah i’m d-mn near up a milli and i just turned 20
i’m just ridin’ with these hundreds, yeah, i’m talkin’ ’bout guns and money
shootin’ like i’m tony, show me my opponent
i keep that forty on me, yeah you know that i ain’t lonely
i keep that forty on me, yeah you know that i ain’t goin’
and i hope god with you n-gga, if you run up on me
just a young n-gga trigger happy, i can’t wait to blow it
better slow your roll, you know i let it go
choppers with me, tote, aaliyah, rock the boat
and my pockets swole, stuff my pants with dough, yeah
i’m rockin’ all this gold, yeah, it came from rockin’ shows
godd-mn glock, why you drip like that?
’cause i ain’t never have sh-t so i flex with these racks
b-tch i came from pushin’ packs, now all my shows is packed
yeah i still got them sacks, might go f-ck off in saks, yeah
young n-gga hard, b-tch, all i spit is crack
watch me hit a home run b-tch, ’cause i’m next at bat
and i tell your baby mom suck it just like dx
’cause i’m a n-gga with a lot, you see this sh-t on my neck

[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
no cap in my rap (no cap)
no cap in my rap (no cap)
yeah

- key glock lyrics

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