CAP
What the fuck is that?
(Alright, everybody has their own drink?)
Told the beef was over, that was, ayy
Said the beef was over, that was motherfuckin' cap
Don't need no fuckin' handouts, let alone a dap, yeah
Six and eight and fours and two's you know I played it crap, yeah
Taboo in Miami, I'm too rich for booby trap, yeah
Ayy, it's some niggas I don't like
So I'm throwing' signs in the street, I'm off stride, yeah
It's on sight, so I said it's on sight, uh
Bitches tryna end me, so I can not be polite, uh
Millionaire, I ain't stopping' at no lights
But shit replay inside my head enough, and I'm a fight, yeah
Promise that I buy that bitch a Birkin, mmh, sike, uh
Promise that I buy that bitch a Birkin, uh, sike!
Threw that pussy, and I caught it, J. Rice
Know that bitch is mine, but I might now own her rights
Yeah, that bitch said she went skydivin' twice
Jumped up on his dick and said that bit' was scared of heights
Yeah, I'm too lit for booby trap, uh
I can't go to Louis closets like a Louis rag, uh
Swarming' with the scammers, can't do Niemans with no Giffy, uh
You keep it a hundred, shit, I rather keep a .50
Lil' bitch, fives on the fours
Walked into Amiri, and they told me, "Strike a pose"
Like a fat bitch, you know I show up with the rolls
Ken just got them two best friends to fuck, I said, "Goals"
He a bird, he probably in the X4
Plus the only party that we know is next door
You know these niggas talkin', know these pussy boys a joke
You got a Goyard on your birthday 'cause that nigga broke, uh
Yeah, I'm too rich for booby trap
Just bought a pharmacy with Doctor T, we off the map
The casa, the Migo, that shit right where I'm at
He would say something' back, but he need Cardi B for that
My wrists cost a nigga's whole career, nigga
18.7 in a year, nigga
Said the beef was over, that was motherfuckin' cap
Don't need no fuckin' handouts, let alone a dap, yeah
Six and eight and fours and two's you know I played it crap, yeah
Taboo in Miami, I'm too rich for booby trap, yeah
Ayy, it's some niggas I don't like
So I'm throwing' signs in the street, I'm off stride, yeah
It's on sight, so I said it's on sight, uh
Bitches tryna end me, so I can not be polite
(Alright, everybody has their own drink?)
(Alright, everybody has their own drink?)
Told the beef was over, that was, ayy
Said the beef was over, that was motherfuckin' cap
Don't need no fuckin' handouts, let alone a dap, yeah
Six and eight and fours and two's you know I played it crap, yeah
Taboo in Miami, I'm too rich for booby trap, yeah
Ayy, it's some niggas I don't like
So I'm throwing' signs in the street, I'm off stride, yeah
It's on sight, so I said it's on sight, uh
Bitches tryna end me, so I can not be polite, uh
Millionaire, I ain't stopping' at no lights
But shit replay inside my head enough, and I'm a fight, yeah
Promise that I buy that bitch a Birkin, mmh, sike, uh
Promise that I buy that bitch a Birkin, uh, sike!
Threw that pussy, and I caught it, J. Rice
Know that bitch is mine, but I might now own her rights
Yeah, that bitch said she went skydivin' twice
Jumped up on his dick and said that bit' was scared of heights
Yeah, I'm too lit for booby trap, uh
I can't go to Louis closets like a Louis rag, uh
Swarming' with the scammers, can't do Niemans with no Giffy, uh
You keep it a hundred, shit, I rather keep a .50
Lil' bitch, fives on the fours
Walked into Amiri, and they told me, "Strike a pose"
Like a fat bitch, you know I show up with the rolls
Ken just got them two best friends to fuck, I said, "Goals"
He a bird, he probably in the X4
Plus the only party that we know is next door
You know these niggas talkin', know these pussy boys a joke
You got a Goyard on your birthday 'cause that nigga broke, uh
Yeah, I'm too rich for booby trap
Just bought a pharmacy with Doctor T, we off the map
The casa, the Migo, that shit right where I'm at
He would say something' back, but he need Cardi B for that
My wrists cost a nigga's whole career, nigga
18.7 in a year, nigga
Said the beef was over, that was motherfuckin' cap
Don't need no fuckin' handouts, let alone a dap, yeah
Six and eight and fours and two's you know I played it crap, yeah
Taboo in Miami, I'm too rich for booby trap, yeah
Ayy, it's some niggas I don't like
So I'm throwing' signs in the street, I'm off stride, yeah
It's on sight, so I said it's on sight, uh
Bitches tryna end me, so I can not be polite
(Alright, everybody has their own drink?)
Credits
Writer(s): Daystar Peterson
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Altri album
- Blessed (Lost Tapes 2019) - Single
- B.B.O (Lost Tapes 2022)
- Alexandria (Lost Tapes 2019)
- Real Addresses (Lost Tapes 2016) - Single
- For Real (Lost Tapes 2016) - Single
- Teyana (Lost Tapes 2013) - Single
- Tim Duncan (Lost Tapes 2015) - Single
- Topless in Miami (Lost Tapes 2016) - Single
- Time Away (Lost Tapes 2019) - Single
- Time (Lost Tapes 2016) - Single
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