Cap

(I going hurt a lotta hearts but stop the cap)
(This for all them niggas be capping)
This for all them niggas be capping dog we expect the truth
If you is one them niggas be capping then we can't share the booth
You could talk about some bitches or money but nigga talk the truth
Talking bout AKs and Glocks and niggas yuh ain't going never shoot
Why you rapping about spinning blocks and shit that you going never do
We could hit it stack for stack my nigga check my revenue
You could check my trapping stats n I can show what cheddar do
Fucking with them birds is when I really see what bread does do
(I don't care bout how much flows ya got)
I don't care bout how much flows ya got rap bout what you living
I don't care bout how much hoes you got but how much hoes you killing
Yea you tell me how much oz you got but how much oz you flipping

All these niggas fake I witness it how I know I did the shit
Trampoline I flipping shit the pack come in I shipping it
Bruce lee I still kicking shit like ponytails I slick as shit
She let me clip I clipping it she let me hit I killing it

When it come to punching lines feel like Muhammad I the greatest
Rolling on my own cuz most these niggas be the fakest
Like my nigga Trixta say these niggas they does shape shift
You does work the nine to five n I does work the late shift
The shit I smoke exotic think I get it from a space ship
My flowing so fucking sick dog they ask me if I lace shit
They know I got a cold heart cuz I so quick to blaze shit
I stay dripping so hard cuz I roll with the flame bitch

Ain't going lie sometimes I wonder why I don't see no competition
A bunch of dead faces all I see like a mortician
Opposition clicking up to get me forming a coalition bitch



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Writer(s): Vitalien Citadelle
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