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lirik lagu no cap pt. 2 – shoebox baby

[intro: shoebox baby]
the internet be makin’ sh*t somethin’ it ain’t, you see what i’m sayin’?
ayy, this sh*t all cap, this sh*t just—
this sh*t fiction, this sh*t for the fans, this sh*t entertainment, you hear me?
slatt, it’s ‘box

[verse: shoebox baby]
ain’t no cap, i’m in that ‘raq and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout chiraq
they keep sayin’, “slide for von”, but ain’t no time and no get back
i keep switchy with me, the one i call my bro and on my strap
either one of them take too long i know the other gon’ react
i can’t lie, i woke up hot, twenty missed calls from the guys
mama told me buddy died, ain’t brush my t**th, i’m right on live
yeah, it’s bustin’, let me call my traffic, honk when you outside
ain’t no drivin’ on no e*way, told ’em, “ride down king dive”
we on fifty*first, hold on, take this pic, i’m droppin’ ys
i be trippin’, they might take a n*gga ls for all these tickin’
i don’t stop at red lights, i see tints and get to bl!ckin’
i hate b*tches that act dumb, it be so hard to call them women
is you gon’ slide? is you gon’ ride? is you gon’ drop some for your guys?
only thing you ever did was make a post, his mama cryin’
catchin’ bodies ain’t that easy, i salute the ones that’s tryin’
call my phone talkin’ ’bout some street sh*t, i’ma tell your ass, “you fried”
thank god, i stopped pourin’ up the lean by the liters
man, the withdrawal from that sh*t’ll make you think you had a fever
i need muwop back, the only one i know gon’ be a leader
i don’t text my b*tch all day, she swear to god that i’m a cheater
i hate opp thots
call up hot wheels, he bringin’ hot cars
only thing he seen was a flash and then, fah, fah
dead man, they left him on the city, they left him red, man
all our switches metal, but we need the ones that’s built in
[bridge: shoebox baby & fredo bang]
uh, yeah, we need the ones that’s built in
flrr, flrr, yeah, grr
flrr, flrr, haha
if you call my sh*t, b*tch, haha
come on, yeah, slatt, it’s ‘box

[verse 2: fredo bang]
hol’ on, tag me in ‘box, you know it’s gangster if i’m checkin’ in
nike tracksuit and black forces when i’m steppin’ in
i got the drop that mornin’, i’m on his trial soon as he take it in
i really stand on business, i f*ck your mama just to get the pin
yeah, glock twenty*one, i f*cked around and brought the savage in
right outside his crib, i’m on his ass soon as he bag it in
talkin’ ’bout a bag, now it’s a bag that he sh*ttin’ in
got hit up, lost his legs, now when he ridin’ they gotta help him in
we spin in srts, skrrt, skrrt, i just peeled in
i don’t speak on dead, but if i did that’s like countin’ wins
when it come to rappers with these bodies i’m like top ten
‘box, he don’t box, he has, grr, that be built in

[outro: shoebox baby]
uh, yeah, we need the ones that’s built in
flrr, flrr, flrr, come on, flrr
yeah, we need the ones that’s built in
yeah, slatt, it’s ‘box, come on

- shoebox baby

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