"No Cap" lyrics
Ay, Skippz
Skippz Production
Look, I'm like guess who's back?
I spent most of the year being silent
Fuck silence, let me burn this track
I can't fuck with the fake
You know mans M-O-B, I'm straight on cash
And if I ever gotta fling that nine
Man burn that yute, then smoke that pack
Let me tell you why the UK scene is dead right now and fuckin' boring
It's cause' half of these yutes wear bally's
And jump on tracks and keep on talkin'
Ain't none of them got to the boring
Check that scoreboard, none of them scorin'
And I ball every night, every morning
My names Yaya 'cause I'm out 'ere touring
Old-school days I was out in the bricks
Up n' down on the 109 bus, no kip
Man can't tell me bout doin' up broke
I been everywhere without a shank or stick
Man go west, man go south
Man go north and east, I'm lit
Man go Carni, man go [?]
I used to go bricks and splash with drip
Don't kill drill, don't water it down
Respect the gunmen that made it bounce
016 was drugs and drillers
Now the whole scene is filled with clowns
Oh shit, execution style
The music tings not based on talent
It's all about who's goin' viral now (It's all about who's goin' viral now)
Wait, let me bring it right back
Don't think cause' I ain't been droppin' the music's stoppin'
My foots on gas, I'm bout to go turn up the UK rap
Got unreleased bangers to serve with mash
Don't try to get close or my goons attack
My dawgie might run up a yute like Ash
I'm from a place where your chest get [?]
Yard man flex, she love bad man
Me need bad freak, me love bad gyal
[?] gyal move wicked, she wan' go climb on the body and cum
But let me show you where the scene got robbed
Huh? Why you think mans fuming?
I seen ninety percent these yutes jump on a [?]
The young boys be out here bootin'
Grippin on wapps and doing these shootings
Got more P's than all of your block bro
Bro let it crash like Vladimir Putin
Free all of the mandem locked
A few yutes got put in that box
(I ain't gotta do drills I'm boss)
Man send out hits and get man got (Paow)
Try not to get put in a top
The south side's where all goes off
Offsides don't run round here, man, red card, mandem send them off
Skippz Production
Look, I'm like guess who's back?
I spent most of the year being silent
Fuck silence, let me burn this track
I can't fuck with the fake
You know mans M-O-B, I'm straight on cash
And if I ever gotta fling that nine
Man burn that yute, then smoke that pack
Let me tell you why the UK scene is dead right now and fuckin' boring
It's cause' half of these yutes wear bally's
And jump on tracks and keep on talkin'
Ain't none of them got to the boring
Check that scoreboard, none of them scorin'
And I ball every night, every morning
My names Yaya 'cause I'm out 'ere touring
Old-school days I was out in the bricks
Up n' down on the 109 bus, no kip
Man can't tell me bout doin' up broke
I been everywhere without a shank or stick
Man go west, man go south
Man go north and east, I'm lit
Man go Carni, man go [?]
I used to go bricks and splash with drip
Don't kill drill, don't water it down
Respect the gunmen that made it bounce
016 was drugs and drillers
Now the whole scene is filled with clowns
Oh shit, execution style
The music tings not based on talent
It's all about who's goin' viral now (It's all about who's goin' viral now)
Wait, let me bring it right back
Don't think cause' I ain't been droppin' the music's stoppin'
My foots on gas, I'm bout to go turn up the UK rap
Got unreleased bangers to serve with mash
Don't try to get close or my goons attack
My dawgie might run up a yute like Ash
I'm from a place where your chest get [?]
Yard man flex, she love bad man
Me need bad freak, me love bad gyal
[?] gyal move wicked, she wan' go climb on the body and cum
But let me show you where the scene got robbed
Huh? Why you think mans fuming?
I seen ninety percent these yutes jump on a [?]
The young boys be out here bootin'
Grippin on wapps and doing these shootings
Got more P's than all of your block bro
Bro let it crash like Vladimir Putin
Free all of the mandem locked
A few yutes got put in that box
(I ain't gotta do drills I'm boss)
Man send out hits and get man got (Paow)
Try not to get put in a top
The south side's where all goes off
Offsides don't run round here, man, red card, mandem send them off
