Kid Caprio No Sleep lyrics
No Sleep
Kid Caprio
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(Verse 1)
Tripping I been with them racks
Bitches don't stick the facts
Dripping im lit to the max
Already goated
I'll prolly just hold it
My bitches gon load it
And sit with the straps
I'm with the OT OT
Yeah you know me
I be finishing last
So I get no sleep no sleep
Sipping codeine
I got weed and a flask
Haters be talking that shit
And go off they be spitting
You kidding I don't even hear
They just be coughing a fit
Choking all my dick
While their bitch she be holding my gear
Bitches they all wanna sit
And I'm swapping the kit
And they get it
They don't interfere
But I feel like gotta admit I got vodka sip
In a pitcher importеd its clear
Bitches they hogging thе shine
And I'm wanting what's mine
So I'm fitting it straight in the bank
Hating been on the decline
But I'm shocking the spine
And I'm fading a 8th in the tank
They ain't been topping the grind
I could drop with the climb
And the face that they made was a stank
But these bitches all hop on the line
And I'm gone on a dime
Everyday I be playing the saint
And then I be saying
(Chorus)
No sleep
I see
I need mo
Mostly
I see
I'm below
Closely
I see
I need dough
I reload
I reload
(Verse 2)
Fucking these hoes with a perc
Bitches be loving to flirt
Y'all not enough with the work
Yeah imma stretch it
You throw it i catch it
She said its the best
When its rough and it hurt
Bitches be stressing
Until they undressing
I ain't learn my lesson
Or get an alert
And these bitches be testing
And start manifesting
I'm already destined to rest in the dirt
Messing with Kurt
Swishing it Jordan
You bitches ain't spitting
I stick to recording
My shit it been hitting
Your shit it just didn't
And now imma get what you isn't affording
From whipping the foreign to riding the tank
Now imma pour a lil sprite in my drank
Doesn't get boring
I'm lit in the morning
I'll stick the touring
And climb with the rank
Let me take you to the top
Yeah I got a label at the spot
And the shit can get fatal when its hot
Rock it with cradle
But these bitch wanna play though
Hoe I got a fucking ladle
I got layed up with the guap
Running spraying at the opp
Yeah I made it to the bag
So I'm staying with a mop
And I'm faded with the cab
Cause they really trynna pop
And if die when I get shot
Not shocked off top
Why I'm paying with a tab
(Chorus)
No sleep
I see
I need mo
Mostly
I see
I'm below
Closely
I see
I need dough
I reload
I reload
Tripping I been with them racks
Bitches don't stick the facts
Dripping im lit to the max
Already goated
I'll prolly just hold it
My bitches gon load it
And sit with the straps
I'm with the OT OT
Yeah you know me
I be finishing last
So I get no sleep no sleep
Sipping codeine
I got weed and a flask
Haters be talking that shit
And go off they be spitting
You kidding I don't even hear
They just be coughing a fit
Choking all my dick
While their bitch she be holding my gear
Bitches they all wanna sit
And I'm swapping the kit
And they get it
They don't interfere
But I feel like gotta admit I got vodka sip
In a pitcher importеd its clear
Bitches they hogging thе shine
And I'm wanting what's mine
So I'm fitting it straight in the bank
Hating been on the decline
But I'm shocking the spine
And I'm fading a 8th in the tank
They ain't been topping the grind
I could drop with the climb
And the face that they made was a stank
But these bitches all hop on the line
And I'm gone on a dime
Everyday I be playing the saint
And then I be saying
(Chorus)
No sleep
I see
I need mo
Mostly
I see
I'm below
Closely
I see
I need dough
I reload
I reload
(Verse 2)
Fucking these hoes with a perc
Bitches be loving to flirt
Y'all not enough with the work
Yeah imma stretch it
You throw it i catch it
She said its the best
When its rough and it hurt
Bitches be stressing
Until they undressing
I ain't learn my lesson
Or get an alert
And these bitches be testing
And start manifesting
I'm already destined to rest in the dirt
Messing with Kurt
Swishing it Jordan
You bitches ain't spitting
I stick to recording
My shit it been hitting
Your shit it just didn't
And now imma get what you isn't affording
From whipping the foreign to riding the tank
Now imma pour a lil sprite in my drank
Doesn't get boring
I'm lit in the morning
I'll stick the touring
And climb with the rank
Let me take you to the top
Yeah I got a label at the spot
And the shit can get fatal when its hot
Rock it with cradle
But these bitch wanna play though
Hoe I got a fucking ladle
I got layed up with the guap
Running spraying at the opp
Yeah I made it to the bag
So I'm staying with a mop
And I'm faded with the cab
Cause they really trynna pop
And if die when I get shot
Not shocked off top
Why I'm paying with a tab
(Chorus)
No sleep
I see
I need mo
Mostly
I see
I'm below
Closely
I see
I need dough
I reload
I reload
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