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No Cap Video (MV)




Performed By: Tilly
Length: 2:17
Written by: Terrance Thomas II




Tilly - No Cap Lyrics




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You ask me what I'm thinkin bout
(Cap)
I'ma tell you money
(No)
I need me them hundreds

Let's get it

You ask me what I'm thinking bout, i'ma tell you money
Because I need me some hundreds
I'm tryna create what you called a pipe dream (yeah)

Ain't got the Patek or the Breitling (I don't)
But you can't deny I be shining
If I play the 3, its that right wing (shooter)

Pass it to me, I'ma send up the shot
It's a wet ball (yeah)

Rocking the gold like I'm Chris Jericho, Intercontinental (champ)
Been telling dudes that you been small, fit in a thimble, you decrescendo (you small)
Ran up a 6 from a nickel, swear it was simple, did it off impulse (got it all on me)
Count up the money it tickles, swear that it giggles, swear it's the little things

In life, that'll make it alright
June 29th, I'ma catch me flight (oh yeah)
To vibe with the gang in the day and the night
Chop it up about life, be inspired to write

1,460 in the making
Started at Xero to take it
You just gotta play me one time and I'll shoot up them ratings
Just like them ni**as that's hating

Told em not to hate the player
But hate on the game that they playing (naw)
Cause y'all know Tilly ain't playing
Its time to bring home the bacon
I'm killing these faces
I'm Freddy and Jason

I'm digital dashing, numerical racing
First place Tilly, don't need a replacement
Call me the doctor, I'm serving my patients
Got medication, for the stressing and aching

Place the fire on the loud
It's gone put you on a cloud
Finna make my momma proud
I can't ever let you down
Coming from the underground

Like I'ma groundhog
Send my shawty up, she like a foul ball
Take em to the crib, take her gown off
Make her sound off

Heard these ni**as praying on my downfall
Ima outlaw, if you mouth off, you a ground ball
How we roll your body underground, now whose the groundhog

Patiently waiting for the day that I'm on tour
With the crowd yelling that they want more
Screaming encore, yelling bonjour
To the lil ni**a outta Converse (210)

Swear all I need is a verse
To put you and yo team in a hearst (its over for y'all)
Pull up to the scene, look at her
Come here baby, lift up your skirt

I'm finna hit from the back on a balcony
Ain't gotta condom, so no you can't saddle me
Lay me down, ride it like you with the calvary
Baby girl do me so good, come and marry me (lets get it)

Xero Sound Mafia that be the clique
JO gone spaz if I need em
A1 gone spaz if he see em
LA man they need to free em
Ca throwing C for he beat em
Leak gone release all his demons
Kam finna teach if you reaching

Xero Gang Over Everything

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No cap
No cap
No cap

(No)
You ask me what I'm thinkin bout
(Cap)
I'ma tell you money
(No)
I need me them hundreds

Let's get it

You ask me what I'm thinking bout, i'ma tell you money
Because I need me some hundreds
I'm tryna create what you called a pipe dream (yeah)

Ain't got the Patek or the Breitling (I don't)
But you can't deny I be shining
If I play the 3, its that right wing (shooter)

Pass it to me, I'ma send up the shot
It's a wet ball (yeah)

Rocking the gold like I'm Chris Jericho, Intercontinental (champ)
Been telling dudes that you been small, fit in a thimble, you decrescendo (you small)
Ran up a 6 from a nickel, swear it was simple, did it off impulse (got it all on me)
Count up the money it tickles, swear that it giggles, swear it's the little things

In life, that'll make it alright
June 29th, I'ma catch me flight (oh yeah)
To vibe with the gang in the day and the night
Chop it up about life, be inspired to write

1,460 in the making
Started at Xero to take it
You just gotta play me one time and I'll shoot up them ratings
Just like them ni**as that's hating

Told em not to hate the player
But hate on the game that they playing (naw)
Cause y'all know Tilly ain't playing
Its time to bring home the bacon
I'm killing these faces
I'm Freddy and Jason

I'm digital dashing, numerical racing
First place Tilly, don't need a replacement
Call me the doctor, I'm serving my patients
Got medication, for the stressing and aching

Place the fire on the loud
It's gone put you on a cloud
Finna make my momma proud
I can't ever let you down
Coming from the underground

Like I'ma groundhog
Send my shawty up, she like a foul ball
Take em to the crib, take her gown off
Make her sound off

Heard these ni**as praying on my downfall
Ima outlaw, if you mouth off, you a ground ball
How we roll your body underground, now whose the groundhog

Patiently waiting for the day that I'm on tour
With the crowd yelling that they want more
Screaming encore, yelling bonjour
To the lil ni**a outta Converse (210)

Swear all I need is a verse
To put you and yo team in a hearst (its over for y'all)
Pull up to the scene, look at her
Come here baby, lift up your skirt

I'm finna hit from the back on a balcony
Ain't gotta condom, so no you can't saddle me
Lay me down, ride it like you with the calvary
Baby girl do me so good, come and marry me (lets get it)

Xero Sound Mafia that be the clique
JO gone spaz if I need em
A1 gone spaz if he see em
LA man they need to free em
Ca throwing C for he beat em
Leak gone release all his demons
Kam finna teach if you reaching

Xero Gang Over Everything

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Writer: Terrance Thomas II
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