NO KAP lyrics

[Intro: 1300SAINT & Nine Vicious]
Pushing more peter, tah
What he said?
Ha, completer, haha, sweeter lil' b*tch, haha, ha
Yeah, yeah-yeah
(Project, Project, Project)
Say what?
Yeah (What?)
Yeah, mh-mhm (Lil' b*tch)
Yeah, mh-mhm
Yeah, mh-mhm (Slatt)
Mh-mhm (Slatt)
Mh-mhm, YSL

[Chorus: 1300SAINT]
Yeah, I got rich to pop it, no cap (Yeah)
Money ain't a problem, no cap (No)
Ridin' through Atlanta, I'm strapped (Yo)
Taught my youngin' how to flip a pack (Yeah)
He ain't finna pop it, he ain't ready
Most the time my eyes really red
I'm high out my mind and you can tell it (Yeah)
Ain't sh*t a f*ck n*gga ever could tell me, I'm up

[Verse 1: 1300SAINT]
Got some more digits I'm up (On God, on God), yeah, yeah
I slap that ho on hеr butt, b*tch I'm tryna fill this sh*t up (Oh yeah, oh yeah), yeah, yеah
Money inside these bags, and hop out a Bentley truck, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I'm nun' like yo' last n*gga, don't try to mix me up, yeah, yeah
I'm poppin' these muh' f*ckin' tags, I'm poppin' this sh*t, yeah (I'm poppin', I'm poppin')
My new b*tch did her body and sh*t, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
I'm blowin' these racks like a hobby lil' b*tch' yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
My lil' n*gga be wildin', put a bag on top of yo' head yeah, yeah (Put a bag on top of yo' head, who knew?)
[Chorus: 1300SAINT]
Yeah, I got rich to pop it, no cap
Money ain't a problem, no cap
Ridin' through Atlanta, I'm strapped (Yeah)
Taught my youngin' how to flip a pack (Yeah)
He ain't finna pop it, he ain't ready
Most the time my eyes really red (Nah)
I'm high out my mind and you can tell it (Yeah)
Ain't sh*t a f*ck n*gga ever could tell me, I'm up

[Verse 2: Nine Vicious]
Edges laid badder than your b*tch (Say what?)
Two hoes bouncing on the di*k (Let's go)
In Japan with some fine sh*t (No cap)
I got pints, sippin' on this Tris (And, what?)
Cough syrup I ain't even sick (And, what?)
Out the way, n*gga out the mix
New Rock steppin' on this sh*t (Let's go)
Got boots, we steppin' on that b*tch (b*tch)
Ponytail, Rick on my shoe (No cap)
She wanna f*ck I'm like "Ooh" (Damn)
I send them shots at yo' crew (Say what?)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout that pus*y ass dude (b*tch)
I'm with lil' SAINT in the booth (Yeah)
We smokin' dope, yeah, I'm high as the roof (High)
I ain't talkin' 'bout Ludacris but when I see her I tell that b*tch move
Thirty-one days, the lil' b*tch tryna get slayed (Tryna get slayed)
She know I won't play, she tryna' come f*ck on lil' Trey (Tryna come f*ck on lil' Trey)
Hair just laid, but no, a young n*gga ain't gay (Say what? A n*gga ain't gay)
Shoot his face, we clean that boy out like a maid (Boo)
[Chorus: 1300SAINT]
Yeah, I got rich to pop it, no cap
Money ain't a problem, no cap
Ridin' through Atlanta, I'm strapped
Taught my youngin' how to flip a pack (Yeah)
He ain't finna pop it, he ain't ready (He ain't ready)
Most the time my eyes really red (Nah)
I'm high out my mind and you can tell it (Yeah)
Ain't sh*t a f*ck n*gga ever could tell me, I'm up

[Outro: 1300SAINT & Nine Vicious]
Got some more digits I'm up, yeah, yeah
I slap that ho on her butt, b*tch I'm tryna fill this sh*t up, yeah, yeah
Money inside these bags, and hop out a Bentley truck, yeah, yeah
I'm nun' like yo' last n*gga, don't try to mix me up, yeah, yeah (Don't mix me up, lil' ho)
I'm with lil' SAINT in the booth (Say what?), we smokin' dope, yeah, I'm high as the roof (Slatt, slatt, woah)
Ponytail, Rick on my shoe (Slatt)
She wanna f*ck I'm like "Ooh" (And I'm like-)
I'm with lil' SAINT in the booth (Woah)
We smokin' dope, yeah, I'm high as the roof (I'm ready)
Ponytail, Rick on my shoe (Let's go)
She wanna f*ck I'm like "Ooh" (Say what? Yeah)
Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?