CapNCrunch Freestyle
Big mac on ya block
Imma drive thru
Hey opp can't hide imma find you
S k shoot fine she five two
And I know for a fact she gone fire
Send me shooter
No phones in the ride
Catch him traffic
And dump in his ride
Step in the door
We got bows inside
We been getting money
Ain't nothing to hide
Me and Captain
We having him hooked
Drake in the back
And I'm leaving him shook
Take them racks
Make em stack like a book
Of course I'm strapped
What you asking me for
Chopper it flip
Like a spatula or some
What I made yesterday
You ain't made in a month
Six hundred a zip
Bitch I'm facing these blunts
I just might roll me
A eighthy or some
Bad bitch treat her like a basic slut
I don't care how pretty
Ain't paying for none
Load up the chopper
I'm letting it buss
No regular clips
Got three four drums
Got big boy racks
I came from crumbs
How he real giving statements up
Won't sign no dummy deal
Just for a M
I believe in waiting for it
Told my people we don't
Want no fronts we tryna pay for it
Keep the trap jumping nigga
Even got the shake going
What they paying for it
Type of shit
That make your day boy
Brought this from out west
And I need sixty on a eighth for it
Told my people we don't
Want no fronts we tryna pay for it
Keep the trap jumping nigga
Even got the shake going
What they paying for it
Type of shit
That make your day boy
Brought this from out west
And I need sixty on a eighth for it
Imma drive thru
Hey opp can't hide imma find you
S k shoot fine she five two
And I know for a fact she gone fire
Send me shooter
No phones in the ride
Catch him traffic
And dump in his ride
Step in the door
We got bows inside
We been getting money
Ain't nothing to hide
Me and Captain
We having him hooked
Drake in the back
And I'm leaving him shook
Take them racks
Make em stack like a book
Of course I'm strapped
What you asking me for
Chopper it flip
Like a spatula or some
What I made yesterday
You ain't made in a month
Six hundred a zip
Bitch I'm facing these blunts
I just might roll me
A eighthy or some
Bad bitch treat her like a basic slut
I don't care how pretty
Ain't paying for none
Load up the chopper
I'm letting it buss
No regular clips
Got three four drums
Got big boy racks
I came from crumbs
How he real giving statements up
Won't sign no dummy deal
Just for a M
I believe in waiting for it
Told my people we don't
Want no fronts we tryna pay for it
Keep the trap jumping nigga
Even got the shake going
What they paying for it
Type of shit
That make your day boy
Brought this from out west
And I need sixty on a eighth for it
Told my people we don't
Want no fronts we tryna pay for it
Keep the trap jumping nigga
Even got the shake going
What they paying for it
Type of shit
That make your day boy
Brought this from out west
And I need sixty on a eighth for it
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Writer(s): Jacquez Gantt
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