DigDat, Loski - No Cap Lyrics

Came with the thick ting, left with a slim one
If somethin' gets dropped, then the beef might stop (grra)
Pull up on her like darling, local Spartan, Harlem Loose
With three darlings, two leng-leng (Mazza)
One Jarring, ay tell her to move (wagwan?)

Came with the thick ting, left with a slim one
Just cut my ex ting loose
If somethin' gets dropped, then the beef might stop
But you know it can't end with truce
Pull up on her like darling, local Spartan, Harlem Loose
With three darlings, two leng-leng
One jarring, ay tell her to move

And this bitch ain't my type
She's raising her eye tryna stop and stare
I got this one link, long brown hair
We roll to her crib and she's from 'round there
They talk with a 1-2 ride, this 125's caught 1-2 guys
You know that your boo come through for pipe
She like, "Shoulda told me you're young, you lied"

Splash on me, think twice, don't do it
Got the other side looking like moshpit
Broski popped it, your whole day ruined
99 problems like Jay-Z
We get shavey, out here Ku-ing
Can't hold my wap, pretty lady
Sorry baby, I just can't do it

I got two bad B's from east
One slim, legs, hips and thighs
They like off white on the side, I need a Air Max with red zip ties
But this t-shirt matching my blade
It's black, you don't wanna get your V neck sliced
Ten-ten got Ricky late, bad boy but your blikky's fake
You know it's trap season 2, make sure my nittys don't detox
I'm on the corner trapping like the eighties
Do it like Biggie and D-Roc
Stack can't fit in my shoe box
'Member when we only had Reboks
See opps, dishing out free shots
Anytime we spin their block they speed off (grra)

Came with the thick ting, left with a slim one
Just cut my ex ting loose
If somethin' gets dropped, then the beef might stop
But you know it can't end with truce
Pull up on her like darling, local Spartan, Harlem Loose
With three darlings, two leng-leng
One jarring, ay tell her to move

Came with the thick ting, left with a slim one
Just cut my ex ting loose
If somethin' gets dropped, then the beef might stop
But you know it can't end with truce
Pull up on her like darling, local Spartan, Harlem Loose
With three darlings, two leng-leng
One jarring, ay tell her to move

Dsquared, LV, bit of Fendi
Cool kid so they gyal wan' sex me
Don't bang on the block, just bet me
I'ma splash this yute if you let me
Spend more than five on kicks, what's wrong with these pricks?
Got more than Jet Li
She must've saw Anwar, never met me
In school when I was with Leslie
In a VIP, nuff gyal on me, too bad I can't help this jezzie
Sd with me, two G's with me, shell so hotels get messy
See opps in the field, get messy
Them yutes been lying, we hotstep and get pressy
Deadly, run for their life, they're leggy

Plain white T on my ironing board
You know I gotta press out the crease
Skin fade with new J's, this dust on the floor just fell out my fleece
I just came out the trap with Dave
I always let him test out a piece
But this flake no less than a eight
That's slate, ten-ten got the best in the streets
Plus twenty-one days on losses, lost that privilege, PS2
Spilt paint on all 4 pockets, call these vintage DSQ's
It's a hundred percent all cotton
Mask on, witness, can't see through
It's a hundred percent all cotton
Mask on, witness, can't see through

Came with the thick ting, left with a slim one
Just cut my ex ting loose
If somethin' gets dropped, then the beef might stop
But you know it can't end with truce
Pull up on her like darling, local Spartan, Harlem Loose
With three darlings, two leng-leng
One jarring, ay tell her to move