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Jaycap - Like Nothin' (feat. FritoBandz & Blade) Lyrics



Jaycap - Like Nothin' (feat. FritoBandz & Blade) Lyrics
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I came in with two sticks and a loaf on me
Won't talk to you, show me where your big homie
Bought a stick for my stick, so it's not lonely
Said she gon' ride for me, I'm like bitch show me
Recon on the beat, so I guess I'm poppin' now
Way too much smoke got me high up in the clouds
She tryna run it back, said she want a couple rounds
Chalkstick 'round the body if we catch you out of bounds
Posted up in Daygo, I be with the double R's
Aim not that good, I rather hop up out them cars
Fightin' against this sleep, I be off two xanny bars
Man on the moon, I be floatin' in the stars
High up in the stars like I'm rollin' off a pill
Do this for myself so it's f*ck how you feel
Said it's up and stuck with me, I'm like nigga what's the deal
You not really built like that, so please just keep it real
Aye, keep it real
Steppin' with the homies, big 40s, yknow the drill
All black ski'd up, and we pop him like a pill
I ain't tryna overdose but I'ma pop another seal
High as f*ck up in the booth feelin' like I'm bout to pass out
Opposition in my face, I ain't gon' back out
Why he talkin' on my name, I got them racks out
Got them racks out
.223 make that nigga back it up
Fat blunts, big booty bitch, I'm tryna run it up
We be screamin' "f*ck the oppositions", heart's cold as f*ck
Why you actin' hard, don't you know you sweet like a honeybun
If you hear the rugrats then you better go and run
If you hear the choppa then you better go and run
In Daygo, tryna get the cake though
In the stu, heatin' up, faded like Dwade bro
We run LA, RIP Drakeo
Plottin' to get rich, before I see a ditch
I see these suckas comin' for me, leave my momma new AMG kit
The world is yours, give it all you got just know there's detours
From the city of angels, any given second you can get shot in your sandals
Or do time in the cage, stuck in traffic, fightin' road rage
I have dreams of being paid, the marathon continues, runnin' my laps until I wither away
It's Blade
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I came in with two sticks and a loaf on me
Won't talk to you, show me where your big homie
Bought a stick for my stick, so it's not lonely
Said she gon' ride for me, I'm like bitch show me
Recon on the beat, so I guess I'm poppin' now
Way too much smoke got me high up in the clouds
She tryna run it back, said she want a couple rounds
Chalkstick 'round the body if we catch you out of bounds
Posted up in Daygo, I be with the double R's
Aim not that good, I rather hop up out them cars
Fightin' against this sleep, I be off two xanny bars
Man on the moon, I be floatin' in the stars
High up in the stars like I'm rollin' off a pill
Do this for myself so it's f*ck how you feel
Said it's up and stuck with me, I'm like nigga what's the deal
You not really built like that, so please just keep it real
Aye, keep it real
Steppin' with the homies, big 40s, yknow the drill
All black ski'd up, and we pop him like a pill
I ain't tryna overdose but I'ma pop another seal
High as f*ck up in the booth feelin' like I'm bout to pass out
Opposition in my face, I ain't gon' back out
Why he talkin' on my name, I got them racks out
Got them racks out
.223 make that nigga back it up
Fat blunts, big booty bitch, I'm tryna run it up
We be screamin' "f*ck the oppositions", heart's cold as f*ck
Why you actin' hard, don't you know you sweet like a honeybun
If you hear the rugrats then you better go and run
If you hear the choppa then you better go and run
In Daygo, tryna get the cake though
In the stu, heatin' up, faded like Dwade bro
We run LA, RIP Drakeo
Plottin' to get rich, before I see a ditch
I see these suckas comin' for me, leave my momma new AMG kit
The world is yours, give it all you got just know there's detours
From the city of angels, any given second you can get shot in your sandals
Or do time in the cage, stuck in traffic, fightin' road rage
I have dreams of being paid, the marathon continues, runnin' my laps until I wither away
It's Blade
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Writer: Joshua Bejarano
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Performed By: Jaycap
Language: English
Length: 2:44
Written by: Joshua Bejarano

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