Baby Smoove, CEO Trayle, Top$ide - No Limit lyrics
[Baby Smoove, CEO Trayle, Top$ide - No Limit lyrics]
(Topside)
I just jumped in my No Limit Soldiers
I just mixed that Wockhardt with
Cream soda and poured it
Ain't no bitch ever told me
"I stole my car, jody"
Ayy, I always been one of them niggas, nigga
I think that Xanax finally
Joining the mixture
Uh, I just click with that Draco
You get the picture
Wockhardt in my ale ginger
Go and get your own Percocets, I
Ain't got none to sell niggas, uh
And the case closed 'cause I ain't
Got nothin' to tell niggas
I'll come big ol' skeleton
I don't want no lil' Richard
How the fuck you go and sign
That deal and I'm still richer?
I like gettin' head while high
'cause it feel different
Celine hoodie on my back
Now cost me six-fifty
I can't lie, I done seen some shit
I might be traumatized he just dropped
But I can't play it 'cause
It's full of lies
I got a bitch in Florida, no cap
And she love Plies if I wasn't rappin'
I'd have a trunk full of PS5s
If I wasn't rappin'
I'd have a trunk full of dead opps
Past tense, you know Big C4 high-sped cops
Niggas act like they be too rich
To give a nigga props
Leave a safe in front of my
Brother even though it didn't lock
Ayy, 'cause I know he ain't
Gon' steal no guap
I watch these bitches one eye
Open just like Fetty Wap
And Jetty keep givin' me these
Pills, I'm like, "Jetty, stop"
Uh, got a lil' bad bitch in the hills
You gon' suck or not?
Foreign car and cut the top
Oh, that's when it stop? Alright, alright
Alright i be rollin' with some
Niggas from the Neighborhood
I'm in Detroit ridin' with some
Shit that'll flip Suge
This SRT been on thirty chases
And it's still good
I'ma be super rich, shit
I should buy Neverland
My drank came out the pharm'
Yours was in a pan
I wasn't in LA for a day
Made two hundred grand
My bitch chillin' at LV, yours on OnlyFans
Uh, your bitch wanna suck the D
That's her only plans
I got a hundred blues from
The D in canola cans
You know Big C4 move with the
Ski with his gun in hand
I told my nigga just take the plea
Or they gon' bake his ass
Uh, I cut the head off all of
The snakes before I rake the grass
Ayy, Amiri my motherfuckin' jeans so
I'm just skatin' past ayy, lil' nigga
You ain't gettin' no money like
This with your hatin' ass
You said that you was gonna call
A blitz with your fakin' ass
I just jumped in my No Limit Soldiers
I just mixed that Wockhardt with
Cream soda and poured it
Ain't no bitch ever told me
"I stole my car, jody"
Ayy, I always been one of them niggas, nigga
I think that Xanax finally
Joining the mixture
Uh, I just click with that Draco
You get the picture
Wockhardt in my ale ginger
Go and get your own Percocets, I
Ain't got none to sell niggas, uh
And the case closed 'cause I ain't
Got nothin' to tell niggas
I'll come big ol' skeleton
I don't want no lil' Richard
How the fuck you go and sign
That deal and I'm still richer?
I like gettin' head while high
'cause it feel different
Celine hoodie on my back
Now cost me six-fifty
I can't lie, I done seen some shit
I might be traumatized he just dropped
But I can't play it 'cause
It's full of lies
I got a bitch in Florida, no cap
And she love Plies if I wasn't rappin'
I'd have a trunk full of PS5s
If I wasn't rappin'
I'd have a trunk full of dead opps
Past tense, you know Big C4 high-sped cops
Niggas act like they be too rich
To give a nigga props
Leave a safe in front of my
Brother even though it didn't lock
Ayy, 'cause I know he ain't
Gon' steal no guap
I watch these bitches one eye
Open just like Fetty Wap
And Jetty keep givin' me these
Pills, I'm like, "Jetty, stop"
Uh, got a lil' bad bitch in the hills
You gon' suck or not?
Foreign car and cut the top
Oh, that's when it stop? Alright, alright
Alright i be rollin' with some
Niggas from the Neighborhood
I'm in Detroit ridin' with some
Shit that'll flip Suge
This SRT been on thirty chases
And it's still good
I'ma be super rich, shit
I should buy Neverland
My drank came out the pharm'
Yours was in a pan
I wasn't in LA for a day
Made two hundred grand
My bitch chillin' at LV, yours on OnlyFans
Uh, your bitch wanna suck the D
That's her only plans
I got a hundred blues from
The D in canola cans
You know Big C4 move with the
Ski with his gun in hand
I told my nigga just take the plea
Or they gon' bake his ass
Uh, I cut the head off all of
The snakes before I rake the grass
Ayy, Amiri my motherfuckin' jeans so
I'm just skatin' past ayy, lil' nigga
You ain't gettin' no money like
This with your hatin' ass
You said that you was gonna call
A blitz with your fakin' ass