No Limit lyrics

[Intro]
(Topside)

[Verse 1: CEO Trayle]
I just jumped in my No Limit Soldiers
I just mixed that Wockhardt with cream soda and poured it
Ain't no b*tch ever told me, "I stole my car, Jody"
Ayy, I always been one of them n*ggas, n*gga
I think that Xanax finally joining the mixture
Uh, I just click with that Draco, you get the picture
Wockhardt in my ale ginger
Go and get your own Percocets, I ain't got none to sell n*ggas, uh
And the case closed 'cause I ain't got nothin' to tell n*ggas

[Verse 2: Baby Smoove]
I'll come big ol' skeleton, I don't want no lil' Richard
How the f*ck you go and sign that deal and I'm still richer?
I like gettin' head while high 'cause it feel different
Celine hoodie on my back now cost me six-fifty
I can't lie, I done seen some sh*t, I might be traumatized
He just dropped, but I can't play it 'cause it's full of lies
I got a b*tch in Florida, no cap, and she love Plies
If I wasn't rappin', I'd have a trunk full of PS5s

[Verse 3: CEO Trayle]
If I wasn't rappin', I'd have a trunk full of dead opps
Past tense, you know Big C4 high-sped cops
n*ggas act like they be too rich to give a n*gga props
Leave a safe in front of my brother even though it didn't lock
Ayy, 'cause I know he ain't gon' steal no guap
I watch these b*tches one eye open just like Fetty Wap
And Jetty keep givin' me these pills, I'm like, "Jetty, stop"
Uh, got a lil' bad b*tch in the hills, you gon' suck or not?
Foreign car and cut the top
[Verse 4: Baby Smoove]
Oh, that's when it stop? Alright, alright, alright
I be rollin' with some n*ggas from the Neighborhood
I'm in Detroit ridin' with some sh*t that'll flip Suge
This SRT been on thirty chases and it's still good
I'ma be super rich, sh*t, I should buy Neverland
My drank came out the pharm', yours was in a pan
I wasn't in LA for a day, made two hundred grand
My b*tch chillin' at LV, yours on OnlyFans

[Verse 5: CEO Trayle]
Uh, your b*tch wanna suck the D, that's her only plans
I got a hundred blues from the D in canola cans
You know Big C4 move with the ski with his gun in hand
I told my n*gga just take the plea or they gon' bake his ass
Uh, I cut the head off all of the snakes before I rake the grass
Ayy, Amiri my motherf*ckin' jeans so I'm just skatin' past
Ayy, lil' n*gga, you ain't gettin' no money like this with your hatin' ass
You said that you was gonna call a blitz with your fakin' ass