Full Time Cappers (feat. Money Bagg Yo, French Montana & Ant Clemons)

Fuck a scrimmage this ain't practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch I fold them like a futon mattress
We don't fuck with full time cappers
We don't fuck with full time cappers

Fuck you talking about bitch
You sound stupid you sound childish
I might pull up in that classic 1965 low mileage
Slimane should be my stylist
I'm mixing new Celine with Palace
Drink liquor all night green juice all day life's all about balance
Listen, think before you talk there might just be some goons around us
You trippin' and tonight you're going to find out about how wild the town is
And everything's not fiction there ain't nothing fake about us
Been searching for my hot girl I told Megan bring some Stallions
At fashion week Milan I'm out here snatching these Italians
They gon' drop the ball the only thing I drop is platinum albums
Drop ex hoes drop bad habits drop fire shit still drop acid
Drop a pin I'm pulling up like Bam Bam all on your mattress

Fuck a scrimmage this ain't practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch I fold them like a futon mattress
We don't fuck with full time cappers
We don't fuck with full time cappers

G-Eazy what it do
If you thinking I'm fucking your bitch ask her
I told her play her part, never
I can see right through the lie, casper
Shot you right to the top, NASA
You niggas cappers but my extendo as long as a cane
I'm not a rapper got raised by trappers they taught me the game
Got all my things by Louis, but I wear my heart on my sleeve
These are for me not you, we did it in 2013
Snap back you niggas so cap, man it's clear your wallets are tapped
Dick in her mouth, I'm feelin' her gap
No rap cap, 100k in my lap?

Fuck a scrimmage this ain't practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch I fold them like a futon mattress
We don't fuck with full time cappers
We don't fuck with full time cappers

Yeah, bitch you not a factor, you just an actor
Hit her from the back she got it backwards
Feel like I'm the shit like where my pampers
Thousand dollar tip, yeah, for all the dancers
Took a stylish bitch, ay, right to the Hamptons
Now she on the injured list, yeah, cause she was active
They be fighting for the dick, yeah, 'cause I'm attractive
Money falling on the kid, yeah, feel like a magnet
This is not an instant replay this life for real
They gon' do whatever we say that's la famille
Today feel just like my b-day just signed a deal
I think she down for the threeway she said she will
Seen that ass I want to jump on that shit go bum bum
Her face I want to bust on she said uh-uh
You gone fuck up my makeup skeet on her Revlon
As-salāmu ʿalaykum, this ain't no love song

Fuck a scrimmage this ain't practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch I fold them like a futon mattress
We don't fuck with full time cappers
We don't fuck with full time cappers



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Clemons Jr., Tahj Morgan, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Gerald Earl Gillum, Raynford Humphrey, Karim Kharbouch, Khaleel Kenyatte Griffin
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