No Cap - DigDat, Loski

Came with a t’ick ting, left with a slim one

Just cut my ex ting loose

If suttin' 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 ones

One jarring, ayy tell her to move

Mazza, wagwan?

Came with a t’ick ting, left with a slim one

Just cut my ex ting loose

If suttin' 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 ones

One jarring, ayy 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, we the ones who ride

This 125's caught one-two guys

You know that your boo come tru' 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

Ninety-nine 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 blicky’s fake

You know it’s drought season too

Make sure my nittys don’t detox

I’m on the corner trapping like the '80's

Do it like Biggie and D-Roc

Stack can’t fit in my shoe box

Remember when we only had Reeboks

See opps, dishing out free shots

Anytime we spin their block they speed off

Came with a t’ick ting, left with a slim one

Just cut my ex ting loose

If suttin' 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 ones

One jarring, ayy tell her to move

Came with a t’ick ting, left with a slim one

Just cut my ex ting loose

If suttin' 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 ones

One jarring, ayy 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’mma splash this yute if you let me

Spend more than five on kicks

What’s wrong with these pricks?

Got more than Jet Li

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 four 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 a t’ick ting, left with a slim one

Just cut my ex ting loose

If suttin' 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 ones

One jarring, ayy tell her to move