Capo

No Jim Jones, niggas calling me Capo
I swerve on a lil nigga just like a pothole
You ain't even know I was gone make it, no Rocko
Ball on a lil nigga, Harden Doco
Ima keep racks, give a fuck bout a follow
No Cinco De Mayo, we aim at your taco
These real sticks nigga these ain't no props
Got a plug on exotics, nigga fuck that Gelato

I'm smoking on Runtz, what you smoke mane
I knew your shit weak, you got propane
I got them sticks in the middle
Try me and you can get dropped in the 4th Lane
Ask him how much he pay for that gold chain
I got real racks like a shoe case
These niggas is puppies to me,
Try a big dog and get left with a toothache
Aye

No Jim Jones, niggas calling me Capo
I swerve on a lil nigga just like a pothole
You ain't even know I was gone make it, no Rocko
Ball on a lil nigga, Harden Doco
Ima keep racks, give a fuck bout a follow
No Cinco De Mayo, we aim at your taco
These real sticks nigga these ain't no props
Got a plug on exotics, nigga fuck that Gelato



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Writer(s): Daniel Drayton
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