Yung Dachi - N O C a P Lyrics

I Blow Big Qps of that Gas Tree Bitch
& my cup sick, I'm sipping On some nasty shit
From the bottom, got a problem we could handle it
& on mommas I got squabble but these rounds still spit
I'm On
Pull up in the whip stick deep
Smokin Loud Pack, Nigga why you worried bout me
I be rolling solo so I keep the thirty on me
& I stay fresh but gotta keep that dirty on Pink
On god
Nigga stay odd from the left
From the EastSide, Where you get involved in a death
I'm real one still I keep calm for the jets
& this bitch want my dick, I rather stomp her for the check
Ima monster wit a flex
Smoking doctor to the chest
With my mobsters moving on em Gonna put em all rest
4 in the 16 gonna relive all my stress
Hit a stain & pray I make it 'cause I believe in success
My life
Shit to go basic gotta change it
Running out of options got my conscious losing patience
Need a franklin
Hunchos On the way they in the making
Nobody giving I wanna get it gotta chase it
My life
Shit to go basic gotta change it
Running out of options got my conscious losing patience
Need a franklin
Hunchos On the way they in the making
Nobody giving I wanna get it gotta chase it
I'm too real
Focused on a check 'cause that's the deal
Start it from the bottom and then build to a mill
How I feel
I don't buy the pint if it ain't sealed
Going out my mind from all this bullshit I conceal
'Bout a bill, Fool I promise you I'm in the field
You step into my lane you getting killed
I don't drip I let it spill
If I feel I want it then I will
Buzzing blunted blowing Dutches F*ck a pill
Money touching 'till I'm still
Two tone gold on my brace
One of few Who bring smoke to your face
Know some hitters nigga who could roll up to ya place
In that blacked out whip, like somebody closed the drapes
No witness, cold case
More business more cake
Been with it since youth so don't limit my age
Cruel crooked mind state
My name is something you shouldn't speak on
I hop out with that blower make you breath wrong
Been doing this for eons
Check it I'm too swift
I'm married to the digits I made money my bitch
And before I see the casket I'll make sure I die rich
Trust I'm all about the action On sum certified shit
Y'all be quick to side switch
When the shit gets deep
So I'll never trust a soul other than my own G
& I'll never need nobody I stand on my own feet
I ain't running with a no posy I cool by my lonely
Full P of OG wit a fifth in sixteen
.40 cal on this beam
32 on these jeans
Real nigga what's up