Umm... Yeah... by TyTheGuy Lyrics

[Intro: TyTheGuy]
It ain't no
It ain't no
It ain't no

[Chorus: TyTheGuy & DC the Don]
It ain't no cap, look at my strap, tote the big mac in the back
Shawty she dancing like that
Got a young nigga he throwing them racks
Um, yeah
Ride in LA with my young nigga Charc
We tryna get straight to the racks (Um, yeah)
Talkin' that shit he gangster on the Mac
We know that that shit is all cap (Um, yeah)

[Verse 1: DC the Don]
Choppa sing, shawty
Big big ring, shawty (Woah)
Push a nigga back, body
Money fetish, naughty (Let's go)
I'm the shit, it feel like I just pottied (Yeah)
Grab my stick when we walk in the party
And the nigga like 12 gauge shotty
I just crashed the Beamer, bought a new Maserati
Oh, yeah
[Chorus: TyTheGuy & DC the Don]
It ain't no cap, look at my strap, tote the big mac in the back
Shawty she dancing like that (No cap)
Got a young nigga he throwing them racks
Um, yeah
Ride in LA with my young nigga Charc
We tryna get straight to the racks (Um, yeah)
Talkin' that shit he gangster on the Mac
We know that that shit is all cap (Um, yeah)

[Outro: TytheGuy]
No cap, yeah, yeah
All talk, no cap, yeah
Yeah