No Hidin' Cap Slidin'
Lil shawty keep playin'
Wit my keys
Her name ain't Alicia
She think if I can't
Get my car started
I ain't gone leave her
Lil shawty know my name Cap
But she want more of my Peter!
Fuck around and spend
Bout 80 racks
On a new two seater
Yea I might know dat
Hoe today, tomorrow
Ima catch amnesia!
Got tired of arguing
Wit yo ass I needed
Sumem more peaceful
Shoulda known dat u was fake
As fuck like Air Force Ones
Dats see thru
And I got a new improved
Bitch and she can't wait
To meet u!
And I heard u got
A new nigga
I can't wait to meet em!
It wouldn't surprise me
If u fuckin' off
Wit one of my people
But me and these niggas
Ain't da same
We can neva be equal
Don't have da same D-N-A
Or a common feature
And I be ridin' round
Wit dat pole
Ain't nowhere near da sea
I'm sippin' on 19-42
This ain't no Hennessy
Tha apple don't fall
Far from tha tree
But bra ain't nuthin' like me
I'm toting sticks
He reading books inside
I'm cross tha street
My mamma said betta
Watch yo back hangin'
Wit them gang bangers
They got lil homie on the news
They said he armed and dangerous
He gone leave his blood
All on tha canvas
Thats a street painter
He been robbing niggas
Killin niggas thats the way
He came up
Wit my keys
Her name ain't Alicia
She think if I can't
Get my car started
I ain't gone leave her
Lil shawty know my name Cap
But she want more of my Peter!
Fuck around and spend
Bout 80 racks
On a new two seater
Yea I might know dat
Hoe today, tomorrow
Ima catch amnesia!
Got tired of arguing
Wit yo ass I needed
Sumem more peaceful
Shoulda known dat u was fake
As fuck like Air Force Ones
Dats see thru
And I got a new improved
Bitch and she can't wait
To meet u!
And I heard u got
A new nigga
I can't wait to meet em!
It wouldn't surprise me
If u fuckin' off
Wit one of my people
But me and these niggas
Ain't da same
We can neva be equal
Don't have da same D-N-A
Or a common feature
And I be ridin' round
Wit dat pole
Ain't nowhere near da sea
I'm sippin' on 19-42
This ain't no Hennessy
Tha apple don't fall
Far from tha tree
But bra ain't nuthin' like me
I'm toting sticks
He reading books inside
I'm cross tha street
My mamma said betta
Watch yo back hangin'
Wit them gang bangers
They got lil homie on the news
They said he armed and dangerous
He gone leave his blood
All on tha canvas
Thats a street painter
He been robbing niggas
Killin niggas thats the way
He came up
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Writer(s): Christopher Miller
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