Tha Captin - No Strings

Both my bitches beefin'
I'm tryna stay neutral
They want me
To pick sides
But it ain't that crucial
Remember back when I was five
Eating oodles and noodles
My uncle did a drive bye
In a land cruiser
I swear that was
The first time
I seen a nigga shooting
And I was wit em
The first time
I eva got sum coochie
Was eating checkers number 9
Now I rock checkered Louie
I took her out Armani
Now she in Amillio Pucci
Designer shopping spree
Carti nightmares Fendi mood swings
We sort of like the mobb
That's how squad
Like to do things
I'm tryna flip my coins
Like the ref
Who start da new game
I feel like I'm a athlete
Headed to the trap
Hall of fame
Margela runners
Ain't got no strings
Hit ya babymama
Wit out no strings
New balenciagas
Want tie no strangs
Don't hate the player
Homie hate the game
New Fendi runners
Ain't got no strings
Like a natural bitch
Ain't got no front lace
Gotta nigga walking
At a rich pace
Eww you know
I'm shaper
Then a switch blade
Grind strive errday
We in first place
I cum thru
Smell like Tom Ford
And a gas eighth lil shawty
All about her check
We on the same page
Cus I been
All about a check
Since like the seventh grade
My momma raised
A real skreet nigga
Wit exquisite taste
You tryna feed da fam
I know it's a lot
On ya plate
I had no time to count
I know it's a lot
In the safe
Lil shawty ain't my kid
Ain't no way
I'ma call her bae
New Fendi runners
Aint got no lace
Brand new bitch
Aint got no waist
Put it on her mouth
How that dick taste?
Get that workout
Like we move weights
Margela runners
Ain't got no strings
Hit ya babymama
Wit out no strings
New balenciagas
Want tie no strangs
Don't hate the player
Homie hate da game
New Fendi runners
Ain't got no strings
Like a natural bitch
Ain't got no front lace
Gotta nigga walking
At a rich pace
Eww you know I'm shaper
Then a switch blade

Written by:
Christopher Miller

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