[Intro]
We just gon' go all the way through this motherfucker, you know what I'm saying?
Ya dig? How I'm kicking it
What I say?
Coupe 150, call it Kyro (Roy, baby!)
Huh, Kyro what you on folk? Mm
(D-D-Daytrip took it to ten)
(Hey!)
[Chorus]
Ayy, let me get the record straight, uh (For real)
Early to my paper (Yeah), I ain't ever coming late (Yeah, yeah, cha-ching), uh
Finna fuck her first (Yeah, yeah), 'fore we go up on a date (Yeah, uh-huh)
Take that bitch to Mickey D's (Uh-huh, uh-huh), then bust on her face (Uh-huh, uh-huh, Let's go)
I run up the bands (Yeah, yeah), using my brain (Yeah, yeah), now I just gotta maintain (Yeah, yeah)
She got her hand in my pants (Yeah, yeah), look at her face (Yeah, yeah), can't stop starin' at my chain (Yeah, oh)
I do this for the gang (Oh), keep them shooters mane (Brrt,yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
No Limit the gang (Uh-huh), uh, Mr. Drop-The-Rakes (Uh-huh, fuck)
[Verse 1]
Mister rock the Raf Simons, mister rock the J’s (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Mister fuck the police, mister fuck the jakes (Yeah, yeah, yeah, Um)
Mister do more drugs than a rave in my Wraith (Yeah, yeah, yeah, Uh)
Mister tote 'em guns, keep me safe from the hate (Yeah, yeah, brr, brr)
Bro gon' aim, let it bang, leave 'em brainless (Brr, brr, brr)
I was doin' my thing(Yeah), hittin' 'em stains(Yeah), totin' my stainless (Brrt,Uh)
Now I'm famous (Yeah), life's changin' (Uh-huh)
Money changed him (Uh), ten toes 'til the end (Uh-huh)
[Chorus]
Ayy, let me get the record straight, uh (Come on)
Early to my paper (Yeah), I ain't ever coming late (Yeah, yeah, cha-ching), uh
Finna fuck her first (Yeah, yeah), 'fore we go up on a date (Yeah, for real)
Take that bitch to Mickey D's (Uh-huh, uh-huh), then bust on her face (Uh-huh, uh-huh, Let's go)
I run up the bands (Yeah, yeah), using my brain (Yeah, yeah), now I just gotta maintain (Yeah, yeah)
She got her hand in my pants (Yeah, yeah), look at her face (Yeah, yeah), can't stop starin' at my chain (Yeah, oh)
I do this for the gang (Oh), keep them shooters mane (Brrt)
No Limit the gang (Uh-huh), uh, Mr. Drop-The-Rakes
[Verse 2]
I'm No Limit the gang, uh, fuck that shit you claim, uh
She gon' give me top in the back of the Wraith, uh
If I go broke, hit a lick and rob a bank
I'm No Limit for real, Master P, may pull up in a tank, uh
Mister too real for these fake ass niggas (Uh-huh)
Eatin' good, had three plates on a nigga (Uh-huh)
Workin' out, I'm in better shape than these niggas (Uh-huh)
Knock 'em out, Mayweather, heavyweight on a nigga, oh (Uh-huh)
Came from the bottom, now a nigga really up, uh-huh
These rappers ain't rappers, they actors, and they suck, uh-huh
In the studio with Kyro in the cut, uh-huh
Big ol’ FNs, ain't no Uzis on us, uh-huh
[Chorus]
Ayy, let me get the record straight, uh (Come on)
Early to my paper (Yeah), I ain't ever coming late (Yeah, yeah, cha-ching), uh
Finna fuck her first (Yeah, yeah), 'fore we go up on a date (Yeah, for real)
Take that bitch to Mickey D's (Uh-huh, uh-huh), then bust on her face (Uh-huh, uh-huh, Let's go)
I run up the bands (Yeah, yeah), using my brain (Yeah, yeah), now I just gotta maintain (Yeah, yeah)
She got her hand in my pants (Yeah, yeah), look at her face (Yeah, yeah), can't stop starin' at my chain (Yeah, oh)
I do this for the gang (Oh), keep them shooters mane (Uh-huh)
No Limit the gang (Uh-huh), uh, Mr. Drop-The-Rakes (Uh-huh)
[Outro]
Roy, baby!
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey!)
Roy, baby!
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey!)
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