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Cappin' N Shit

 

Cappin' N Shit

(アルバム: Keep God First - 2016)


I'm overlapping this shit
Costa Nostra
The don nigga

Couldn't be getting no money, stop all that capping and shit
Show you boys how to get money, it's different brackets to this
Look at my Balmain zippers, checkout my jackets and shit
Pimping immaculate bitch, back at the lab with this shit

Back to the trap with this shit, back to the trap with a brick
Heard they sleeping on me no pillow
They taking naps in this bitch
Sleep on the block, we on the block, you know we tweak on the block
It ain't no problem, we come from the bottom
You know we sleep on the top (woah)
My brother took a lil' L, he put the re with the rock
I put the lean in the pop, can't tell your knees suck (hah)
I make it rain on the floor, might just need you a mop
Word to my wrist I come from the shitty I promise to shine I'mma glisten
Show 'em my ass, 200 my dash, someone been racing the engine
I come with a case of them bitches
They know I'm dog, I'm not kitten
I whip up that cut like a pigeon
They told em to stay in the kitchen

Couldn't be getting no money, stop all that capping and shit
Show you boys how to get money, it's different brackets to this
Look at my Balmain zippers, checkout my jackets and shit
Pimping immaculate bitch, back at the lab with this shit

Back in the back of the Bach
Back to the lab with the yam
For dinner I gave her a percocet, for breakfast I gave her a xan
I used to want a trans-am I used to want a Camaro
Puerto Rican Johnny had the birds
I kept my eyes on the sparrow
You keep your eyes on the barrel
I keep it aimed right at you
I throw the pain right at you, I throw a chain right at you
Walk into the strip club bitch and I throw some rain right at ya
Treat the trap just like a old man
And I throw some cane right at ya
I throw some weed right at ya
I throw some lean right at ya
I throw some 'preme right at ya
See I fuck Celiné right at ya
Forgive me Lord, I ain't seen the pastor
I smoke the tree the fastest
I get the cheese the fastest

Couldn't be getting no money, stop all that capping and shit
Show you boys how to get money, it's different brackets to this
Look at my Balmain zippers, checkout my jackets and shit
Pimping immaculate bitch, back at the lab with this shit

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