No Cap – Song and Lyrics by 83 Babies

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘No Cap’ by 83 Babies. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 83 Babies or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

(Noisy Jay)
Shoutout Noisy Jay man
Real 83 Babies
I really sit in the trap
I’m really servin’ the packs
I’m really movin’ like that

It ain’t no cap in my rap
I really sit in the trap
I’m really servin’ the packs
I’m really movin’ like that
It ain’t no cap in my rap
Young nigga run up the racks
They know we don’t f*ck with no rats
So I don’t f*ck with them cats
It ain’t no cap in my rap

I really sit in the trap
I’m really servin’ the packs
I’m really movin’ like that
It ain’t no cap in my rap
Young nigga run up the racks
They know we don’t f*ck with no rats
So I don’t f*ck with them cats, ooh (ay, 83 you know what I’m saying)

It ain’t no cap foreal (woo)
Lamb truck and a Richard Mille
Bought the Bentley nigga, no deal
83 in the trap still
Run up the racks, nigga no cap
Need a real freak, can you move it like that?
Maybach, quarter mill’ on my lap
F*ck her one time, then I’m sending her back
The better the map, say you rich, that was cap
You ain’t “C” in the trap
Ain’t no cap in my rap
Ain’t no cut in my seal nigga
Too much money, can’t deal with ya
I’m a boss, you a lil nigga
Why you cap? I can’t chill with ya (Rich)

It ain’t no cap in my rap
I really sit in the trap
I’m really servin’ the packs
I’m really movin’ like that
It ain’t no cap in my rap
Young nigga run up the racks
They know we don’t f*ck with no rats
So I don’t f*ck with them cats

It ain’t no cap in my rap
I really sit in the trap
I’m really servin’ the packs
I’m really movin’ like that
It ain’t no cap in my rap
Young nigga run up the racks
They know we don’t f*ck with no rats
So I don’t f*ck with them cats (ay)

It ain’t no cap in my rap
You never seen me rockin’ fearless
Know I’m real fly like a pigeon
Know I keep a Smith like Will and Jada Pinkett
Know we all in his grass like some crickets
Show that choppa He melt like some liquid
Hell nah, won’t let ’em knock me off my pivot
That choppa turn a nigga into a midget
I’ma talk down on a nigga
I’ma walk down on a nigga
Let a f*ck nigga play with a 83 Baby
I’ma lost & found me a nigga
I was lost now so I found me some triggers
And you know I Split faces like a picture
Make sure he see death, you know that’s a must
Walk down With that “K” and watch ’em split him

It ain’t no cap in my rap

I don’t f*ck with y’all niggas, see me in the club
Don’t speak, don’t ask for no dap
Just me and the gang and some riders
Y’all know where to find me, y’all know I ain’t hiding
Man y’all Niggas know where I’m at
Trying to stop a twelve hundred that’s a wrap
Walk down on his whip, leave his face in his lap
Man y’all know I’m movin’ like that
I ain’t with none of the cap shit
Speak when you alone, but when we in deep bitch I ain’t with none of that act shit
Don’t want smoke in the streets but want the IG beef
Bitch I ain’t with none of that wack shit
Nah I ain’t with none that rat shit
If I say I’m coming, I’m coming to smack shit

It ain’t no cap in my rap
I really sit in the trap
I’m really servin’ the packs
I’m really movin’ like that
It ain’t no cap in my rap
Young nigga run up the racks
They know we don’t f*ck with no rats
So I don’t f*ck with them cats

It ain’t no cap in my rap
I really sit in the trap
I’m really servin’ the packs
I’m really movin’ like that
It ain’t no cap in my rap
Young nigga run up the racks
They know we don’t f*ck with no rats
So I don’t f*ck with them cats
It ain’t no cap in my rap

No cap in my rap, I put the shells in your cap
I really stay in the trap, ain’t cuffin’ that hoe I know she a gnat
F*ck that lil hoe, she don’t swallow
I’m servin’ bags of gelato
I got the plug on the rollo
You know we countin’ up dollars
Started with a 28, now I got a 448
I’m like a fat boy, how I get to the cake
I’m tryna turn this on to a Wraith, yeah
Me and Setitoff run it up
Niggas already know wassup
Yeah you know that we’re poured up
Trap jumpin’ like double-dutch
No cap nigga

I really sit in the trap
I’m really servin’ the packs
I’m really movin’ like that
It ain’t no cap in my rap
Young nigga run up the racks
They know we don’t f*ck with no rats
So I don’t f*ck with them cats

It ain’t no cap in my rap
I really sit in the trap
I’m really servin’ the packs
I’m really movin’ like that
It ain’t no cap in my rap
Young nigga run up the racks
They know we don’t f*ck with no rats
So I don’t f*ck with them cats
It ain’t no cap in my rap