Aint Gon Cap

Came up off a hand to hand
Get to the bands, yeah that's the plan
Have him flying, Peter Pan
Get back to the racks, yeah that's the best
And the FN spicy, go through vests
She just a gnat, ain't even bad
Talking 'bout when she take ya cap
Gucci socks with the Rafs
Ain't gon cap, nut in her fast
I like me a freak with some class
I want the whole thing don't want half
Make the birdies take a bath
Mix codeine with some hash
I'm not a fiend, get off of my ass
Pop her bean 'cause she so bad
You better believe I'm in my bag

Better believe I'm in my bag
Walk in the mall, don't care about tags
She so bad I had to look back
Where she going with all that ass
Up it and it ain't boring since it's fat
Up it and ain't know it, this ain't that
Compact glizzy no kick back
Turn a nigga to a pack
Drip in chrome heart
Drip in Goyard
She want a block star
You better go hard
Speed like nascar
Never see the cop car
And how you fell off
It's not hard to get on
Told a bitch get lost
Asking 'bout the next board
Blowing my call off
Man you got me pissed off
Big bro knocked his socks off
Get to the bag like no stop
Walk the walk, knock knock
I'm in the T spot, so hot
Dope on the top of robot
Then the marijuana
If he get a close shot
He ain't gon have no eyes
Give that boy a bullseye
If he fucking with both sides
Got some zones in Florida
It's hot up in Opa Locka

Came up off a hand to hand
Get to the bands, yeah that's the plan
Have him flying, Peter Pan
Get back to the racks, yeah that's the best
And the FN spicy, go through vests
She just a gnat, ain't even bad
Talking 'bout when she take ya cap
Gucci socks with the Rafs
Ain't gon cap, nut in her fast
I like me a freak with some class
I want the whole thing don't want half
Make the birdies take a bath
Mix codeine with some hash
I'm not a fiend, get off of my ass
Pop her bean 'cause she so bad
You better believe I'm in my bag



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Writer(s): Dimarjio Jenkins
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