LowCap (feat. Ainsley & Jahseh)

Literally, baseball, we all use a Mako
You talk shit, then I pull out the Draco
Got a bad bitch and she do what I say so
One mil snap score, yeah, she a ho-ho
One night stand, royal hand
I'ma go and catch a band
Yo ass lackin' at the store
Shoot you once, then add some more
Yo, looks crusty, grab some Carmex
After that, now give me car sex
Smokey Owens on the court
He gon' leave and smoke a port
Lungs is black like my balls
Got my wristband with the calls
This shit too slow, got a bad ho
One, two, three, knocks and they at your dough
Twenty-three girls and they are all beauties
Take them all home and beat up their doonies
I'ma swing high and you can swing low
If your bitch fat, then she gotta go
Stu sesh at six, countin' these bricks
Pre-game at Speedway where we hit the licks
Her ass is messy, just like Nutella
Eatin' her out, I'll need an umbrella

Walk in the spot like I need some payment
Kill Rafiki, I put him on a payment
You a bitch too, yo neck lookin' payless
Hoes on me, trade the fat for the gay bitch
Man on your arm he look like a gay man
I'ma take him and fuck him in the basement
After I'm done, he won't know his name yet
I'm all out, then I take my payment

Lookin' pussy like a popsicle She ride that dick like a bicycle
Might send that bitch to the hospital
King Aush, he unstoppable
All my lines so illogical
A BDS mob symbolical
I swear my ass keeps gettin' bigger
Ainsley always off the liquor
Gonna go ride the Big Dipper
Turn around, pull the trigger
I just shit in my cat litter
All the bitches fuckin' bicker