NoCap – Dismiss You (Audio, Lyrics)

NoCap is back with “Dismiss You” for fans. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song produced by arminwave, BenHunta & Jambo.

Nocap Dismiss You

One of 2020’s most underrated stars has to be NoCap. The Alabama rapper topped his 2019 run with the release of Steel Human but even then, he made sure that fans were constantly up to date with new music. His YouTube page remains a gold mine for loose singles, even if they are quietly released.

This weekend, he returned with his first drop of 2020 with “Dismiss You.” The latest from the Mobile, AL rapper details paranoia and trauma from the constant death and violence that he faces, as well as the paranoia that continues to linger as he attains success. It’s a short record that runs a little under minutes but it has us excited for what NoCap has up his sleeve for the remainder of the year.

NoCap – Dismiss You (prod. arminwave, BenHunta & Jambo)

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, bro, is that Jambo?)
Ayy

[Chorus]
I’ma keep that blicky, watch my every move
Ayy, this Glock came plastic and my bitch too
I just poured another cup, it ain’t hard to dismiss you
What you know ’bout trapping ’til the police come and get you?
Foreign whips, they full of paraphernalia
I hope they don’t try me, we gon’ shoot it out wherever
Louis V wrapped around my 30, that’s designer murder
Bought my nigga a stick for Christmas, he know gifts gon’ come with curses
Don’t try to ban me from your city, I’ll buy a crib next door to you
It’s hard to catch up with you rappers so we kill who close to you
Left me for dead, I ran it up, nigga, what I’m ‘posed to do
I could’ve got rich off of drug dealing, I just chose the booth

[Verse]
Like a Rolex and some scissors, niggas tell to get they time cut
Catch him at the club, we gon’ spray the whole line up
No, I’m not a barber, I put that on my mama, I sold lean to my father
I’m from Alabama, bullets hit him then they all burn
It’s so hard for me to turn on you like a nigga need power steering
Forever ride with heat, I just bought a bunch of carbons, I think I need ’em
Fuck the industry, I never paid for a feature

[Chorus]
I’ma keep that blicky, watch my every move
Ayy, this Glock came plastic and my bitch too
I just poured another cup, it ain’t hard to dismiss you
What you know ’bout trapping ’til the police come and get you?
Foreign whips, they full of paraphernalia
I hope they don’t try me, we gon’ shoot it out wherever
Louis V wrapped around my 30, that’s designer murder
Bought my nigga a stick for Christmas, he know gifts gon’ come with curses
Don’t try to ban me from your city, I’ll buy a crib next door to you
It’s hard to catch up with you rappers so we kill who close to you
Left me for dead, I ran it up, nigga, what I’m ‘posed to do
I could’ve got rich off of drug dealing, I just chose the booth