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t2versatile - no cap lyrics

these hoes funny these (n-ggas be mad)
my pockets full my (pockets be stacked)
gucci bag it’s (bigger then glad)
yo wallet on e that shi (be so sad)
i got mo guap then (u and yo dad)
i jus copped me a (brand new paper tag)
they my apprentice i call (they -ss lad)
we never run never (throwin no flag)
from the bottom i was (scr-pin up cash)
high school they (saw me and laughed)
now i’m up nd comin (ran up tht bag)
they hmu threw that (sh-t in the trash)
ima hedgehog i’m (doin the dash)
ima boss money (come in a flash)
rip my heart out (give it a slash)
enter it you’ll b (stuck issa trap)
real luv can (you handle tht)
got played nd (ran up like a bag)

grew up no dad (he a whole f-g that’s why he sad that’s why he mad can’t even call hisself a f-ckin dad)
momma taught me (how to play bad)
one day i was (feelin like trash)
everyday feelin (less of a man)
came across god (sayin i can)
he said simon says (do wat i say)
nd neva neva try to do (wat he can)
i had to learn that we (all gotta path)
i fell in love wit (dancing nd rap)
try to take it you’ll (get yoself wacked)
i’m explorin life wit (no f-ckin map)
im really doing this (shi no cap)

u n-ggas snakes can’t (get no dap)
u not a homie can’t come (in the trap)
i’m pickin hoes (like mf naps)
i shop at gucci y’all shop (at the gap)
she call me santa wanna sit on my lap
she on the naughty list she got her -ss smacked
now she wanna a gift i gave her a map
i told her leave and do not come back
like a dyk- u know i stay strapped
she blow me up for a ride jus like taps
runnin to the money like running back
i got the front lul ant he got my back
in lil shawty mouth like sum similac

i’m from the struggle all we did was jus trap
i’m from the gutta all we did was shoot cr-ps
now i got racks i don’t know how to act
broke -ss lil n-gga u needa get back
i’m allergic to not havin no cash
yea i got 200 right on the dash
i pull up on n-ggas u know tht i spazz

listen lil n-gga u can’t hang wit the gang
40 on me and im gone let it bang
simon says she gone do what i say
sma finna blow you away yea you n-ggas be lame
just took your b-tch just for the brain
vvs finna blow you away
ballin like james u n-ggas is lame
gettin the guap hittin l!cks with the gang
jus want the money n-gga f-ck all the fame
im in my bag no i cannot be tamed
droptop yea whippin the range
gotta go score not a new k
red beam yea i aim at yo brain
two tone yea im swervin the lane
yea you hate but this is the game
i told my n-ggas i ain’t never gone change
i dont got time for the shi i be in the stu really grinding and sh-t
me my n-gga ty be grinding and sh-t
man f-ck that hoe she be lying and sh-t
to be honest i dont really got time for the shi
just me and my n-gga be running this b-tch

(me)
the kickback make him run like a b-tch
blue hunnids on me like lilo and st-tch
my money long like that n-gga jay critch
i’ma money feign get the guap and i twitch
u n-ggas scary so i know u gone snitch
jus me and the gang jus tryna get rich
idc bout hoes they can suck it and dip
she called and said i left nut on her lip
double cup relax i’m finna sip
i’m off a x i jus took me a trip
these vvs wet d-mn i almost slipped
i keep m’s on me i don’t deposit
if i’m out in public yea i’m finna drip
the ak out for those who wanna try it
they on the swag tryna f-ckin bite it
ain’t gone stop till i hit the diamonds
ain’t gone stop till i hit the diamonds
ain’t gone stop till we hit the diamonds
yuh oou gang gang
ain’t gone stop till we hit the diamonds
aye
brrrrrrrr pop
yea drip

- t2versatile lyrics

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