Storm the Capital

Stimmy pack came short
I'm bouta storm the capitol
Bitch this chop ain't got no wood but I bet a casket do
Biggest 9 you ever seen and this bitch flammable
Body shots
Do the Macarena when I spray the Mac at you
Heard that boy was talking brazy so we coming after you
If you ain't living what you rapping I don't wanna rap with you
You not gone catch me fighting niggas, nah, this Mac'll do
Catch a nigga slipping do you even got the strap on you?
Goddamn this nigga down bad I'm finna pounce that
Big straps this ain't no kick back this bitch'll bounce back
Big boy moves I got these broke niggas hemmed up
Driving too fast in the rental I fucked the Benz up
Only gotta say no once, now tell your friends come
You ain't gotta fuck me my baby I bet your friends fuck
Born a real nigga imma be one til I'm laid up
Hit his face with battery acid and fucked his face up
Xa wood so strong I thought that bitch was laced up
I'm a drug addict I'll fuck around and face one
The glock jamming up, aw fuck
Aye let Xa do it
Got Xa hanging out the window of a grey Buick
This nigga Xa dun fell out the window imma let Tae do it
Choppa sound more frustrated than YN Jay music

(Power up)

Real niggas get
I got a whole album sitting I forgot I did it
Adderall got me limp I couldn't even hit it
I just laugh and say "take that"
Like a nigga Diddy
Size 12 yeezes on my feet
These some big bastards
Big stepper
Got these niggas crumbling like Ritz crackers
I just got a kilo in the mail in some gift wrapper
You in a 'Cat I'm in a 'Rari, bet my shit faster

Pussy

I just entered a new tax bracket
Bitch I can't stop popping Percocets it's a bad habit



Credits
Writer(s): Malachi Patterson
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