No Limit

[Intro: Jay Juice]
My cup dirty as fuck, I put a four in it
Yeah

[Verse 1: Jay Juice]
Bitch, my cup dirty as fuck, I put a four in it (I said)
Bitch, I'm on my lil' bro ass, he don't got no bitches
My nigga started shootin', now my bro trippin'
I hit her from the back so many times, I don't got no limit (I said)
No limit or jam, shootin' his face, I think my pole glitchin'
I said, bitch, you need to mind your business, you got no chicken
I'm a drug dealer, go give that boy a burger and he gon' flip it (Yeah)
Just get up out the kitchen, bitch, I'm dope whippin'
I'm dope whippin', this bitch ain't gettin' hot, my nigga stove trippin'
Bet my pocket on the eight 'cause I'm a cold nigga
My nigga Rick walked in on bullshit, he tryna ho niggas
My right-hand mans, he on the run, so don't take no pictures (Alright, yop)

[Verse 2]
My brother on the run, so you can't take no pictures (Yop)
40's ass be trippin' off the drugs, he got a bad-ass temper
This nigga thinkin' that he safe, so I sent my sister
I'm mad as hell, he playin' like he tough and then still go whisper (And he still go whisper, alright)
This a mini chop, this bitch be really hot (Yop, really hot)
Hold on, you can't duck from this, bitch got fifty shots (Grrah, grrah)
See an opp and get him bust into another drop (Bust into another drop)
There he go, we pulled up back to back, we got lil' bro bye (Grrah, grrah)

[Verse 3]
This bitch badder than the fuck, that's why I dove in
It ain't shit to get you clapped by one of your own mans
Niggas be playin' like they tough, fightin' with no Gen
I ain't gotta up, it's in my coat, I'll shake this whole bitch
We hit lil' brodie in his face shootin' the four-nick
Like Trace ain't on shit, nigga a whole bitch
My bitch bad, but she can't hold dick
We got everything like, "What you need?" if you ain't know shit