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2takai - NO CAP (feat. Meziah, Kush J & Kaito James) Lyrics



2takai - NO CAP (feat. Meziah, Kush J & Kaito James) Lyrics




Run up a check, no cap (yuh)
Bands on deck, no cap (yuh)
Flex on the gram, no cap (flex)
F*ck on your bitch, no cap (hey!)

They hate when I'm counting up racks (racks)
Taking your girl, I'm flipping her over, hitting your bitch from the back (back)
Taking this shit to the trap
And this shit gonna slap (ouh)

Messiah a god and he know that (know that)
Filming that bitch with a Kodak (kodak)
Hitting these licks and you know that (know that)
Run up a check and that's no cap (no cap)

Hop out the coup lets go, hop in the coup lets ride, yuh (ride, ride)
F*ckin your bitch on the side
Smokin so much i might go blind, huh (smoke)
Your diamonds be hard to find, yuh
Looking at mine they shine, huh
You know Kush J baggin a dime, yuh
Make so much cash you'd think it's a crime, yuh

In the back she give me face
Hop in the wraith we in space
You a fake you can't relate

You a fake you can't relate
Diamonds wet, like a lake
I'll be flexing at your wake (flex, flex)
F*ck that bitch dont care if she fake
Livin good steak on my plate

Dressed in all white like the pope
Diamonds around my neck feel like a rope ( a rope)
Better not f*ck with my loaf
Green, Diamonds f*ck im gettin both

Gotta get rid of the weed it smell
I steal then run, they ringing the bell
I ain't no shooter Freddy Krueger but I'm shooting my shot pretty well

Run up a check, no cap (yuh)
Bands on deck, no cap (yuh)
Flex on the gram, no cap (flex)
F*ck on your bitch, no cap (hey!)

Run up a check, no cap (yuh)
Bands on deck, no cap (yuh)
Flex on the gram, no cap (flex)
F*ck on your bitch, no cap (hey!)

Diamonds f*cking dancing on the edge of my neck
Bagged your hoe inside the Uber now we film triple X
Don't give f*ck about your feelings bitch I'm still gonna flex
Clique been running up the city now you know we up next

Double cup ya dont spill
Just popped a perc now i'm behind the wheel
Just want love I know how you feel
Like J.Cole I wanna be on Dreamville

It's KAITO
F*ckin your bitch in Barbados
You know I grind for my pasos
That bitch gonna f*ck when I say so, yuh

Yo bitch hit me up she wanna go
She wanna smash me on the low
Get this money for me and my f*ckin bros
Diamonds lookin like some f*ckin snow

Checks checks checks oouu
Flexing on my ex (ex)
Swerving in the coupe (coupe)
That's the shit I like to do (aye)
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Run up a check, no cap (yuh)
Bands on deck, no cap (yuh)
Flex on the gram, no cap (flex)
F*ck on your bitch, no cap (hey!)

They hate when I'm counting up racks (racks)
Taking your girl, I'm flipping her over, hitting your bitch from the back (back)
Taking this shit to the trap
And this shit gonna slap (ouh)

Messiah a god and he know that (know that)
Filming that bitch with a Kodak (kodak)
Hitting these licks and you know that (know that)
Run up a check and that's no cap (no cap)

Hop out the coup lets go, hop in the coup lets ride, yuh (ride, ride)
F*ckin your bitch on the side
Smokin so much i might go blind, huh (smoke)
Your diamonds be hard to find, yuh
Looking at mine they shine, huh
You know Kush J baggin a dime, yuh
Make so much cash you'd think it's a crime, yuh

In the back she give me face
Hop in the wraith we in space
You a fake you can't relate

You a fake you can't relate
Diamonds wet, like a lake
I'll be flexing at your wake (flex, flex)
F*ck that bitch dont care if she fake
Livin good steak on my plate

Dressed in all white like the pope
Diamonds around my neck feel like a rope ( a rope)
Better not f*ck with my loaf
Green, Diamonds f*ck im gettin both

Gotta get rid of the weed it smell
I steal then run, they ringing the bell
I ain't no shooter Freddy Krueger but I'm shooting my shot pretty well

Run up a check, no cap (yuh)
Bands on deck, no cap (yuh)
Flex on the gram, no cap (flex)
F*ck on your bitch, no cap (hey!)

Run up a check, no cap (yuh)
Bands on deck, no cap (yuh)
Flex on the gram, no cap (flex)
F*ck on your bitch, no cap (hey!)

Diamonds f*cking dancing on the edge of my neck
Bagged your hoe inside the Uber now we film triple X
Don't give f*ck about your feelings bitch I'm still gonna flex
Clique been running up the city now you know we up next

Double cup ya dont spill
Just popped a perc now i'm behind the wheel
Just want love I know how you feel
Like J.Cole I wanna be on Dreamville

It's KAITO
F*ckin your bitch in Barbados
You know I grind for my pasos
That bitch gonna f*ck when I say so, yuh

Yo bitch hit me up she wanna go
She wanna smash me on the low
Get this money for me and my f*ckin bros
Diamonds lookin like some f*ckin snow

Checks checks checks oouu
Flexing on my ex (ex)
Swerving in the coupe (coupe)
That's the shit I like to do (aye)
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Writer: Elijah Lanteigne
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