Stop the Cap (feat. N8V)

All these niggas mad
Steady speaking on my name
They just do it for da clout
They just do it for da fame
All these pussy niggas talkin
Cause I started chasing big dreams
Really out here pimping
Prolly call me Rick James
Really in the field
Really toting big thangs
Trey 57
Leave you wit a shit stain

Really out in Cali
Yeah I'm really in the trenches
Bitch I always been a starter
You was sitting on the benches
I been steady maccing hoes
You was begging for attention
Talkin on the gram
I ain't beefing thru a mention
You be actin like a gangster
We all knowing that you ain't
Claiming you a boss
But you huffing on a tank
You ain't getting no money
Where yo savings in the bank
Sayin I was fake
I'm still waiting for the thanks
I was really born to win
You could see it when I walk
All these bitches love me
Cause they love the way I talk
All these goofies really hating
But they riding on my jock
Broke ass nigga
Boy you really need to stop
You should really quit da rapping
I be cringing when you talk
Racks for a Feat
You ain't got it get lost
Got da GG on my feet
I ain't tripping what it cost
Real life big boss bitch

Claimin Cappin
Homie you just rapping
Talkin all the tough shit
Really you just acting
You ain't really bout that
You ain't do that
Talkin all that shit
Leave you black and blue
With blue bats
Fucking on yo bitch
Yeah her back
Yeah I blew dat
She love me long time
I was too boo coo
She tried to lock me up in cuffs
But I'm cool hand Luke
Motherfuckers try to be me
But I'm just like Luke
Skywalking on these haters
I'm just spitting the truth
Yeah I'm moving slow mo
Cause I sip that juice
Feelin like Zero
I cant leave drank alone
Smoking hella weed
Yeah that be my cologne
Fuck a thooter bop
Then I pass her to the bros
Everybody get a turn
Like they moving the door knob
She like triple 6
Yeah she slobbing on my knob
Blue Strip Youngin
Don't be fuckin wit da MOB



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Writer(s): Paul Ayala
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