Cap a Lot

Yo
B-Eazy, that's my slime

Yeah, these days, niggas like to cap a lot (Cap a lot)
Bandana wrapped around the Glock, I call it 'Pac (Call it 'Pac)
Yeah, yeah, take the murder rate and push it up a notch
Yeah, yeah, dissing in them songs what got your brother shot

Yeah, I got a gangsta' bitch, I make her fuck the opps (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause when she fucking on ya, she gon' send the drop (Yeah, yeah)
I slang iron, but I like to rap a lot, yeah (Okay)
I got mob ties, just like rap a lot, yeah
I keep a stick, my heart cold, popsicle (Poppa', poppa')
Hollow tips make a nigga do the Wiggle (Yeah)
Catch your shooter, bend him up, we make him cripple (Skrr, skrr, bow, bow)
I dream of murder, got a Glock under my pillow

I drop a bag and tell Osama, "Fuck it up" (Yeah, yeah)
Bullets hit the stomach, give him bubble guts (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas wanna try me but don't got the guts (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause they know talkin' fly can get your feathers plucked (Yeah)

Grab the stick and burn a nigga like chlamydia
Play with me, my shooters come and fuck the city up (Fuck that nigga)
Rappers like to ride dick, tell 'em, "Giddy up" (Bitch)
Don't trust a bitch, got my stick fuckin' on a slut
I been puttin' that iron on nigga's back since Bebo (Bebo)
This is not a Smith and Wesson, this a Draco (This a Draco, bitch)
They say them niggas stacking bodies just like Legos
Take you out for the cream, that's a Maxo

These days, niggas like to cap a lot
These—these days, niggas like to cap a lot
These—these days, niggas like to cap a lot
These—these days, niggas like to cap a lot

Cap a lot
Cap a lot
Cap a lot
Cap a lot