No Limit Soldiers - Babyface Ray, Nice, Lil P

Yeah

Ayy

My auntie gettin' evicted, I can help you with your kitchen

Unky in there water whippin', if I cook it, do the dishes

Yeah, I’m sippin', never slippin', fuck up chicken, Peter Griffin

In Perrysburg, do the limit, they be trippin', got convicted

Man, I’m grateful when it’s bad, could be worse, it get wicked

Man, don’t call me 'bout no bag, it’s exotic, it’s expensive

They gossipin', got my name in they mouth, why is this?

Since they took my nigga Soda, I ain’t trustin' shit

I’m a rap nigga and I’m proud of this

I still can pull it out the mud, you know how I get

You know how I do, what you tryna do?

Gotta stack whatever flavor, give me twenty-two

Give me twenty minutes, yeah, I got it with me

Buyin' whites from Fairlane, you can park by Bennys

Nigga, you can’t ride this wave, 'cause it’s diamonds in it

I’ma pay you full in cash once you find them niggas

Bitch, don’t call my phone no more, go fuck that other nigga

VVs drippin' on my neck, what I bought from dealin'

Four-sixty in my pop, that’s the cost of livin'

I can’t hang with the opps, that’s an awkward feeling

I’m like Martin Luther, I got a dream

Used to want to be a hoop star, now I’m sellin' beans

Used to be the best point guard, now I’m pointin' beams

Face say he got a four of Wock', spill it in a cream

Rollie presidential, my plug is confidential

Her ass fat, her hair long, my bitch is beneficial

A fork and some Karo the main two utensils

Big F&H and it’s loaded up with missiles

Boy

Thumb through a dub in five minutes, they can’t wait to say you finished

Broke a record servin' fiends, they should put me up in Guinness

They want opioids, I’m sippin' Tech, it ain’t no difference

Somebody call Noisey, document the way we livin'

Them lil' hoes you chasin', we don’t pay 'em no attention

We run through whole crews, by myself, I hit a nickel

Sip the drank raw, we sippin' Wocky out the nipple

Can’t say you run your hood, you gotta show me some credentials

«Where your paperwork?"The shit I ask before a verse

We can have the same work long as I get it first

Got the pistol in her purse, serve them niggas down the street

You see any funny shit, you better pass that bitch to me

If you ain’t got no heart, then you won’t last up in these streets

I go where I wanna go 'cause I done handled all my beef

I’m still stuck on trap shit, these boys been scammin' for some weeks

Jump in and out this rap shit, spendin' blow money on beats, nigga