No Limit Soldiers

(album: MIA Season 2 - 2019)

[Babyface Ray:]
Yeah
Ayy

My auntie getting evicted, I can help you with your kitchen
Unky in there water whipping, if I cook it, do the dishes
Yeah, I'm sipping, never slipping, fuck up chicken, Peter Griffin
In Perrysburg, do the limit, they be tripping, got convicted
Man, I'm grateful when it's bad, could be worse, it get wicked
Man, don't call me 'bout no bag, it's exotic, it's expensive
They gossiping, got my name in they mouth, why is this?
Since they took my nigga Soda, I ain't trusting shit
I'm a rap nigga and I'm proud of this
I still can pull it out the mud, you know how I get
You know how I do, what you tryna do?
Gotta stack whatever flavor, give me twenty-two
Give me twenty minutes, yeah, I got it with me
Buying whites from Fairlane, you can park by Bennys
Nigga, you can't ride this wave, 'cause it's diamonds in it
I'ma pay you full in cash once you find them niggas

[Team Eastside Lil P:]
Bitch, don't call my phone no more, go fuck that other nigga
VVs dripping on my neck, what I bought from dealing
Four-sixty in my pop, that's the cost of living
I can't hang with the opps, that's an awkward feeling
I'm like Martin Luther, I got a dream
Used to want to be a hoop star, now I'm selling beans
Used to be the best point guard, now I'm pointing beams
Face say he got a four of Wock', spill it in a cream
Rollie presidential, my plug is confidential
Her ass fat, her hair long, my bitch is beneficial
A fork and some Karo the main two utensils
Big F&H and it's loaded up with missiles
Boy

[Team Eastside D-Nice:]
Thumb through a dub in five minutes, they can't wait to say you finished
Broke a record serving fiends, they should put me up in Guinness
They want opioids, I'm sipping Tech, it ain't no difference
Somebody call Noisey, document the way we living
Them lil' hoes you chasing, we don't pay 'em no attention
We run through whole crews, by myself, I hit a nickel
Sip the drank raw, we sipping Wocky out the nipple
Can't say you run your hood, you gotta show me some credentials
"Where your paperwork?" The shit I ask before a verse
We can have the same work long as I get it first
Got the pistol in her purse, serve them niggas down the street
You see any funny shit, you better pass that bitch to me
If you ain't got no heart, then you won't last up in these streets
I go where I wanna go 'cause I done handled all my beef
I'm still stuck on trap shit, these boys been scamming for some weeks
Jump in and out this rap shit, spending blow money on beats, nigga