Austin Steele - No Cap Lyrics

Hey
(Ecklectic)
Hey (Yeah)
(Uh, uh,)
Hey (Yeah)
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Yeah
No cap, no cap, no cap, no
No cap, no cap, no cap, uh
No cap, no cap, no cap, no
No cap, no cap, no cap, uh
No cap, I think y'all niggas is wack
Talkin' the foreigns you driving as if you got it like that
My verbal pistol might whistle, if you here talking smack
I'll put the peace to your mouth, so tell your bitch to hold that
She could hold this dick,
Like Doughboy hold that clip
And when the extendo clean the hood the boys stay tight lipped
Because they don't see shit
The police take that skip
So when I aim for your head nigga you best to dim
Don't forget, I'm the one that really came from the spot
My mentality been hood just never shot that glock
Or sold that rock
Sell weed to raise my stock
I sell some game for some change till my name go pop
Fresh j's and free lays the only thing i'll cop
Nike tech's on the bottom with the Bob Marley on top
And I'm ready for war, like indecision is torn
I'll kill my nigga just to make it,
And that's on my unborn nigga
No cap, no cap, no cap, no
No cap, no cap, no cap, uh
No cap, no cap, no cap, no
No cap, no cap, no cap, uh
No cap, no cap, no cap, no
No cap, no cap, no cap, no (Uh)
No cap, no cap, no cap, no
No cap, no cap, no cap, uh
No cap, I've seen this all from afar
I spill my blood on a page and show you my scars
Show you inner secrets so you could see the the real me
Cause ain't nobody into fake shit like a Kim k. tiddy
But iddy biddy Austin would still love to f*ck
Tell her how beautiful she is and college drop out was tough
But if this ever reach Ye, he'll probably hate my shit
Look at a nigga with side eye and say why you say that shit
Cause I'm a chip off your old block,
Like how I studied Hov
Got my insight from Kendrick, while I was bumping Cole
Took a little game from Biggie
Dance at the crib like Shiggy
While I scheme on the city
Do you hear? Do you get me?
And I'm that real
Give a f*ck how you feel
Ask a man if he hungry, he hesitate he a meal
And homie, I'm predator
I'm a lyrical editor
I'm a psycho competitor
Name a rapper that's better than
Me and myself
That nigga I got the belt
I been danced with devil
And reflected to self
That I'm the nicest you seen
My skills tight like a jean
I'll split your bitch by the seam
Hope she swallow the cream
Cause I'm living my dream
You better go live yours
I be around for decades and many sold out tours
And I'm ready for war, like indecision is torn
I'll kill my nigga just to make it,
And that's on my unborn nigga
No cap, no cap, no cap, no
No cap, no cap, no cap, uh
No cap, no cap, no cap, no
No cap, no cap, no cap, uh
No cap, no cap, no cap, no
No cap, no cap, no cap, no (Uh)
No cap, no cap, no cap, no
No cap, no cap, no cap, no