No Rap Kap lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, y'all n*ggas need to get more in tune
With them real street n*ggas in y'all city
I had a n*gga tell me he from Detroit (Ooh, Rell)
But he don't know who DameDot is
Bro, how the f*ck you don't know who Dame is, n*gga?
I'm from Chicago and I know who the f*ck the Mafia is, n*gga
You trippin'
I had to put that n*gga on game, man
Give these n*ggas a history lesson

[Verse]
I just sold a brick (I just sold a brick)
I know the feds could be listening, I'm just talkin' sh*t (Hahaha)
But if you really want one, you can come and get it (You can come and get it)
My pops had the hoes, b*tch, I come from pimpin' (I come from this sh*t)
Walked in, Rell, where the zaz' at? (Where the loud?)
Diamonds all in the face, where the time at? (Ice, ice, ice)
Can't none of these n*ggas f*ck with Dame, where the lie at? (That's facts)
Average b*tch said we f*cked, where was I at? (Where was I at?)
I'm a walking bankroll, rubber band me (Rubber band me)
Let me f*ck on the cam, OnlyFans me (OnlyFans me)
If I pop a Percocet, it's gon' enhance me (It's gon' turn me up)
Put her face in the pillow, get her back beat
Took a nap, woke up, poured up, now I'm back sleep
That EDD sh*t gettin' slow, n*ggas back weak (n*ggas broke)
I just blew a dub, n*gga, last week
Make her tat DameDot on her asscheeks (Mwah)
Hmm, I used to give a f*ck about you, that's the past me
I can't see none of these lil' n*ggas pass me (I can't see it)
I ran through a hundred racks, n*gga, ask me (Beep)
n*gga, I'm my own boss, you can't tax me (You can't tax me, n*gga)
I'll make a dub on a bad week (Racks)
She gon' give me head in the backseat (Ayy)
Bro gon' send you straight to the Lord over rap beef (Drrt)
Yeah, b*tch, it's up, but I'm Gucci'd down (I'm Gucci)
Everything came from the fish, b*tch, I'm sushi'd down
If you ain't tryna get shot, n*gga, move around (Move)
You ain't tryna slide, n*gga, tell me now (n*gga, tell me)
She say she don't like girls, but they lip huggin' (Mwah)
It's like my waist came with an F&N on it (Woo)
I stayed on the same team, b*tch, I'm Tim Duncan
I don't want your boring ass, I want your lil' cousin (Where she at?)
I know some new gangbangers that be big Bloodin'
I'ma buy a thousand oranges and sit on 'em (I'ma sit on 'em)
My b*tch keep bein' good, put a kit on her (I got you)
Soon as we break up, put a hit on her (Baow)
I'm in love with your b*tch, she got a head on her (I like her)
You gotta hate your ho 'cause you hit on her (You gotta hate her)
Take a b*tch to Rodeo, spend some sh*t on her (Woo)
[Chorus]
This sh*t no cap (No cap, n*gga)
This not no rap cap (f*ck nah)
I don't want your ho, you can have the rat (Come get this b*tch)
Ran off on you, na-na-na-na-na (Hah, I'm gone)
This sh*t no cap (No cap)
This not no rap cap (f*ck nah)
n*gga play with me, get his ass whacked (Drrt)
Have them boys blitz, quarterback sack (Come here)