Y.b.c - Nolimit

Gangsta 7up 7up
7up 7up
Nigga we shoot first and ask questions later
Damn
No Cap
Listen

I got no limit inside of this glock this shit got me feeling like roc block
I been itchy don't know who I want I'm finna pull up to my opps spot
We put xanaxies on top of our tongues I don't have a clue who I shot
When I get that check I won't leave da field I guess that mean ima rich opp
Gang

Ina county the opps got the beats
It's no guns so you know they tasted feet
We gotta stop that's why we got beef
Tah beat a opp I swear it's no need

Cous if I catch me a opp I'm scoring
Headshots anything else boring
I'm cooking shit no Gordon
Yuh bitch witchu she get a portion

It's something about a gat blowin' that shit just gimmie a rush
He dick riding ova da net watch how his taco get touched
I bet I could bag yuh bitch she told me I be talking that stuff
We gone link when I get the chance when I tell you it's up it's stuck

Don't hate be happy I'm paid
They mad it's all in they face
Finna cop me a lemon wit a laze
False move this bitch will spray
My gang don't play no way

My gang don't play uh uh
He caught bullets Tonyan
Me and 30 ona drill awesome


I just left the scene all they heard was techs and sub machines
No it's no movie scene not no green screens it's green beams
These niggas is fucking dweebs all that dick riding the hood need a vaccine
Y'all niggas can't talk like this or move like dis I'm just a different breed

I got no limit inside of this glock this shit got me feeling like roc block
I been itchy don't know who I want I'm finna pull up to my opps spot
We put xanaxies on top of our tongues I don't have a clue who I shot
When I get that check I won't leave the field I guess that mean that ima rich opp
Gang

Atkins Ave Front Street like no other
Since youngings we been had cuttas
The block hot every day no summer
If you fuck a hood bitch use a rubber
Cous after you they on to another
They don't even got manners for they mother
Don't let them hoes know you a sucker
They'll play you so smooth like butter

Now back tah this street shit cous these niggas be bitch I know they character
Hit they block a few times how they don't notice us we be all in they areas
When I go through hard times I talk to my glock this shit my mentor
If you wanna be GetRight go do few drills if you don't you can't enter

These snitch ass boys be trynna tell some
I be In the hood really trynna nail son
Ain't no hope in my city where I'm from
In the hood we just trynna get the biggest gun
Pop a seal before a drill ion remember none

Free Drac he took his time to the chin
That boy told that shìt a sin
Boom blow when I catch you it's a end

I got no limit inside of this Glock this shit got me feeling like roc block
I been itchy don't know who I want I'm finna pull up to my opps spot
We put xanxies on top of our tongues I don't have a clue who I shot
When I get that check I won't leave da field I guess that mean ima rich opp

Gang
Keep it jus like that

Writers: Kasaan Clarke

Lyrics © DistroKid

Lyrics licensed by LyricFind