Kodie Shane – NO RAP KAP lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd and Kodie Shane]
2K for the toes, 2K for the toes
2K for the toes, I want me some more
Yeah, my neck in stones, I want me some more
'Cause a dog can't get a bone

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
No rap cap, no
Seven for the jeans, 2K on the toes
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Twenty for the stones, 100K for the shows
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no

[Verse 1: Kodie Shane]
My girl like girls (Yeah), and he like girls
Don't buy her diamonds, I like to buy pearls
She want me but she just can't be my girl
She want me but she belong to the world (Hey)
Hey, uh, gave her the moon but she wanted the world
Yeah, I'm in a foreign, almost hit the curb
My big brother wanna fuck on my girl
She brought her friend but I wanted her first
I don't know how much I need for a verse
She don't want me, she want Trippie
I told her, no I need fifty, fuck that shit, no, I need fifty
Yeah, hey, no rap cap, bad lil' bitch put her on my lap
Take her overseas I'ma put her in a backpack
All these niggas need to back back
All this money can't fit up in the backpack
I don't even know why you would ask that
Too many flights got jet lagged
Come from Vermont and get a big bag

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
No rap cap, no
Seven for the jeans, 2K on the toes
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Twenty for the stones, 100K for the shows
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Posted on the main, with the gang, you can find out
Pussy you a lame, should be ashamed, you needa retire
Your shit sound the same, I got that flame, I got that fire
She gon' suck my dick, she suck my soul like a vampire (Huh)
Keep my pistol close, boy I keep them poles
Keep my brothers close, keep my sister close
Foenem talkin' down, pussy nigga, we wipe your nose
On the gang, yous a stain, bitch you get exposed
And my money to the ceiling (Ceiling)
They treatin' me like the villain (Yeah)
But foenem, no cap, bitch you peelin' (Peelin')
Man he dead, he dead you like Krillin (Krillin)
Leave him stanky, lil' nigga like chitlins (Yeah)
When that drac' get to kickin' he limpin' (Limpin')
Ain't no game, I won't stop til' the clip end (Clip end)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
No rap cap, no
Seven for the jeans, 2K on the toes
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Twenty for the stones, 100K for the shows
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no
Yeah, no rap cap, no