No Cap

[Intro: FTOS Twan]
(Okay, KMoney)
Ayy

[Verse 1: FTOS Twan]
'Wood and a Swisher got me talkin' to my dead opps
Bitch, I don't fit in 'cause I stand out
Stuff your bitch with some pressed pills and make her head out
That's your mans, huh? He a hothead, huh?
See you, shoot him ten times in the head and make his head hot

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Chase him down in some Jordan 2s, bitch, they deadstock
Brand new PLR with the coolant and the red dot
Auntie tryna buy a thousand Vics, meet me at Redbox
Fucked your bitch off a zip of Runtz and a red pop
Poke an opp three times in the stomach, watch him bled out
I just got some head and caught a body at a fan house
Bitch had her brother tryna kill me, guess it ain't plan out

[Verse 3: GrindHard Rerock]
Hit a jugg for ten iPhones, now my head hot
I hit a bitch off a Perc-10 and made her legs lock
I never see you pussy niggas out, y'all playin' dead, huh?
Drive to Texas and get ten thousand from Lil Ed house
Then firebomb my ex-bitch crib 'cause she a fed now
Shoot at me, I'm drummin' back with Glock and hittin' heads now

[Verse 4: GrindHard E]
Shit, I just poured out some drank for the dead opps
Gave Unc' a twenty of some raw, he in a headlock
Bro just spent four blue strips on a red Glock
I got a Smith & Wesson, 40 cal with a red dot
I met a white fiend that was iffy, spendin' bands now
Told mama don't get me shit for Christmas, I'm the man now

[Verse 5: GrindHard Rerock]
I think it's niggas outside fuckin' with my Charger
I'm finna hit you niggas block and then act retarded
I bought a Glock with no attachments, you can ask Lil Harley
I'm sittin' in your trashcan with this baby Carbon
I'm finna chase this nigga down in my uncle Jordans

[Verse 6: GrindHard E]
Nigga, no the fuck you ain't, you better grab my Forces
A'll chase you down in the Scat, he got six hundred horses
The condom bust inside of my bitch, the trip got aborted
I got a 'bow of real Cookie, this shit came imported

[Verse 7: RMC Mike]
I just got some pure-ass cocaine, this shit came from Florida
Phone disconnected on the plug, I think he got deported
E got a pint of Hi-Tech, but he sippin' Morton
I can get you anything you want, I got six different sources
My plug from overseas, he pulled up in six different Porsches
Yeah, he might be taxin' for this shit, but it's never a shortage
I done made a way for a lot of niggas, but never rewarded

[Verse 8: FTOS Twan]
Come to my hood with no pass, you gon' get escorted
Hit a nigga with .223s, that's LeBron and Jordan
All the opps say, "Aye," if you got hit with torch
Snatch the head off your bitch and I might record it
She gon' fuck the whole gang 'cause it ain't no shortage
Tre lil' bro, if I'd point, then you know he scorin'
It's vice-versa, if he point, then you know I torture
He wanna drop a hundred on me, he got a bullet shortage
Your bum ass can't drop a hundred on a pair of Forces
Hi-Tech in my cup, boy, you can't afford it
Auntie cut me in with the drank, I only paid forty
OT is sixty a pill, I'm finna stuff my shorty