Lyrics NO CAP ZONE - Succeed Phlyguy, DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas

NO CAP ZONE

Yeah, ya know, oh
I dont even thing they gonna understand this one
But you know, I’m not for fuck niggas to understand, haha
Succeed
Oh you killer on the gram?
OG Bobby Johnson
All those guns in your video, quit camouflaging
Niggas live on they live feed until they lifing
Niggas mob in the studio but soft in real life
This shit here is gettin out of hand
The same energy you had, I need that shit again
You know the way you said it, when you said it to your man
I’m in your grill now, nigga, say that shit again
I’m in your grill now, nigga this ain’t snapchat
Nah, Put this motherfucker to your snapback
This is 0−100 Dodge Johnny Hellcat
Bitches ain’t finna recognize you in the trash bag
Cut a arm, cut a leg
What the fuck am I aimming at?
If I ain’t aimming at his head?
Imma empty out the clip until that motherfucker dead
I like .40s but I rather hit him with the Smith & Wesson
The .40 hella cool but the Wesson leave no shit
Hot damn, ya sick, but this nigga off his meds
I’m fly, cockpit like I took off in a jet
Her mouth, my dick, her head bobbing on the set
I’m just that lit, what the fuck did you expect
It’s 4 times (4 times)
4 times (4 times)
4 times (4 times)
4 times (4 times)
Uh, huh, huh, huh
Aye It’s big stunna, I’m head youngin' I get to the cake
Yeah, 'bout Sherman cake
Dive in that bitch like a lake
These niggas don’t hold no weight, I have my youngin' knock off his face
Play with me we shoot up the place
I say the word, put you on the plate
These nigga be cap, I don’t listen to what you say bitch
Cause I know you won’t shake shit
I’ll up that 5 and give you a face lift
Make a bitch bad like say your grace bitch
We got Ks and Drakes bitch
We finna go ape bitch
We hop out off the stage
He get stomped in Asics
These niggas be basic
I just want a hoe like Trancy
She gotta suck me if she tryna suck DaBaby
Boy you taking, leave the block vacant
Lemme tell them niggas what we do
Lemme tell them niggas what we do
Flip shit, with a thick bitch, what I pull up in the whip with (uh-huh)
They say I’m spazzing out my mind I might be ritalin (Yeah)
These niggas hoes they always crying, having bitch fits (Turn up)
You know well I stand out, imma shine, imma misfit (ahhhh)
I run the old weed (aye), they booking me over seas (aye)
I just met a bad Vegas bitch, I ask if she knows succeed (ahhh-ahhh)
Used to be selling 50 for a pound, you can get 4 for three (hey, aye)
I got the smoke for free (smoke)
You know how it go for me (Yeah)
And you gon' need ten thousand, (ten) ain’t doing no shows for free
I got them hoes on me, pull up, they all over me (uh)
I fuck your hoe asleep, sing to that bitch like I’m Jodeci
Aye, nigga
Haha, DaBaby
I don’t know why you did it, but uh, yeah, calm down
Yo, But that’s the way the shit go down
If it wasn’t fly, a nigga wouldn’t get it in
Yuh
Stunna 4 Vegas, these niggas ain’t really ready for this shit
But ya know the gang, so um, solute
When real niggas link, real shit go down
I’m out