Video musicale
Video musicale
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quando Rondo
Vocals
Pooh Beatz
Programming
Shawdi P
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darryl Clemons
Songwriter
Steven Alexander
Songwriter
Tyquian Bowman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Pooh Beatz
Producer
Shawdi P
Producer
Testi
[Verse 1]
No cap, aye
We only fly to the birds when we get addicted to cappin'
We was on the block ducking one time (One time), yeah
I ain't gotta do no cap (No cap)
We made a whole hundred racks out the bedroom mattress, yeah
And we made a whole hundred stacks trappin' out the kitchen cabinet, yeah
Aye, aye
[Verse 2]
I post on the block with them shooters and movers (Aye)
I ain't gotta do no cap (No cap)
In the no drug zone (In the no drug zone) we were grinding out the trap
I see the hate in the air through these new Cartier's
Should I true blue the coupe or vanilla?
See, it ain't hard for her to tell that I ball like Carmelo
Bet them young-ins gon' shoot when I tell 'em
[Verse 3]
I post on the block with them shooters and movers (Aye)
I ain't gotta do no cap (No cap)
In the no drug zone (In the no drug zone) we were grinding out the trap
I see the hate in the air through these new Cartier's
Should I true blue the coupe or vanilla?
See, it ain't hard for her to tell that I ball like Carmelo
Bet them young-ins gon' shoot when I tell 'em
[Verse 4]
Swerve that Jag like a NASCAR
Rolling dope by the pound we don't do nothing basic
Whole hundred stacks I done got out the backyard
Talking way outta town that's some blood on the corner
Hit the corner, then blast, gotta make sure my mask on
Through the night flip the town with some killers that's anxious
'Fore I walk out the house, shorty, tell me she dangerous
Bro's been breaking down pounds I was waiting for this fame shit
I don't need no new dogs 'cause I'm cool with the old ones
Hit the mall with my crew from the youngest to oldest
All it took is a call just to get you exploded
I'ma make sure that your neck and wrist frozen
If you put up an opp you might get a Rollie
Shawty, call me QPac, bitch, I'm rich and rollin'
We done made a few dollars off two Motorola's
Gotta run up that guap just to feed the soldiers
Scraping dope out the pot I'ma see my own
Scratch a four to a lot, serve it on the corner
Free Lil Wooptie, he 'bout it with two or three bodies
Even up in the county he keep it on him
I can't fuck on that bitch since that ho look exotic
I told Luwop and Timmy to keep them hoes
Four hundred racks, I don't think it can fit in my pocket
I'ma pull up and post on the street corner
[Verse 5]
I post on the block with them shooters and movers (Aye)
I ain't gotta do no cap (No cap)
In the no drug zone (In the no drug zone) we were grinding out the trap
I see the hate in the air through these new Cartier's
Should I true blue the coupe or vanilla?
See, it ain't hard for her to tell that I ball like Carmelo
Bet them young-ins gon' shoot when I tell 'em
[Verse 6]
I post on the block with them shooters and movers (Aye)
I ain't gotta do no cap (No cap)
In the no drug zone (In the no drug zone) we were grinding out the trap
I see the hate in the air through these new Cartier's
Should I true blue the coupe or vanilla?
See, it ain't hard for her to tell that I ball like Carmelo
Bet them young-ins gon' shoot when I tell 'em
[Verse 7]
Skrrt
I had a true blue, bought a coupe
I had to grind super hard just to stack up the blues, aye
Bought a speaker, last promise, I'ma speak the truth, aye
We was on the block ducking one time
I ain't gotta do no cap
We was on the block ducking one time
I ain't gotta do no cap
Written by: Darryl Clemons, Lukas Payne, Sterling Reynolds, Steven Alexander, Tyquian Bowman

