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no cap - yyc’s finest lyrics

[chorus: delavish]
mo‘ racks i ain’t fronting b*tch it’s no cap
i just hit a l!ck b*tch it’s nothing it’s fo’ bands (huh)
it’s explicit b*tch i talk it on the whole track hoes be on my d*ck with that cake that sh*t gets thrown back (cake x4)
no cap why you capping pockets so fat richer by the minute talking digits b*tch that’s no cap (real sh*t)
no cap b*tch that’s no cap (nah)
you ain’t talking money ion listen witcho broke ass

[hook: delavish and elay]
godd*mn elay really got da cash flow (i do) hit it then i quit left her tripping like my last hoe
staying with them vv’s diamonds dazzle b*tch they dance though (bling blow)
smoking n*ggas talking light em up just like a candle
f*cking b*tches like a crook up in his castle, ain’t no running when the bullets coming through da glass door (grrr x2)
cop a bag i flip it only walk towards the bands hoe, sh*t they acting reckless step in bow like where’s your chance doe

[verse 1: elay]
hundred rounds (what i’m packing)
if i catch an oppa, sipping henny not no vodka sipping sizzurp from da doctor
when it’s beef i get da gat, i get da strap, i get da chopper
baby girl she call me father even though she not not my daughter
got my bands up like the lottery, these n*ggas ain’t as hot as me i might just turn a drug deal to a mother f*cking robbery (i might)
i got a lot i got a p (i do)
this rapping yes i gotta be (i am)
the best one in my city and i’m icy like a hockey rink (ice)

[chorus: delavish]
mo‘ racks i ain’t fronting b*tch it’s no cap
i just hit a l!ck b*tch it’s nothing it’s fo’ bands (huh)
it’s explicit b*tch i talk it on the whole track hoes be on my d*ck with that cake that sh*t gets thrown back (cake x4)
no cap why you capping pockets so fat richer by the minute talking digits b*tch that’s no cap (real sh*t)
no cap b*tch that’s no cap (nah)
you ain’t talking money ion listen witcho broke ass

[hook: delavish and elay]
33rd we repping it that free smoke you getting it (uh huh)
smoke you like a gar i ash you out and then i step on it (grrrr)
counting up dead presidents i’m flexing in my residence, her top was f*cking excellent this rapping i’m the best at it
bout them bands that’s evident boy i’m all about my bread and sh*t (real sh*t)
getting in my way then imma k!ll you i ain’t hesitant (grrr)
all about my bread and sh*t her top was too intelligent
these rappers so irrelevant i know that they be telling sh*t

[verse 2: delavish]
chase the bands watch me count it b*tch i’m flexing, ion f*ck with n*ggas who be broke and can’t invest in their own sh*t
you broke b*tch 33rd we posted, n*gga we ain’t homies cause the last time you folded (uh huh)
i ain’t really having it and i ain’t even capping b*tch (nope)
please don’t hit my line just to ask me where the package is (nah
elay doing damage with the 100 rounds he packing sh*t (real sh*t)
ion even understand on how the f*ck manage it (grrr grrr bow)

[chorus: delavish]
mo‘ racks i ain’t fronting b*tch it’s no cap
i just hit a l!ck b*tch it’s nothing it’s fo’ bands (huh)
it’s explicit b*tch i talk it on the whole track hoes be on my d*ck with that cake that sh*t gets thrown back (cake x4)
no cap why you capping pockets so fat richer by the minute talking digits b*tch that’s no cap (real sh*t)
no cap b*tch that’s no cap (nah)
you ain’t talking money ion listen witcho broke ass

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