Captain Crunch (feat. Babyface Ray)
Yeah
Pussy nigga said he gon' kill me
Hm, I don't give a fuck, I'm gon' die anyway, haha
Tell ya, yeah, yeah
Talk about them P's (P's), got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga (gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sippin' on Tris, we sippin' Wock', ha, dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah, fuck nigga (fuck nigga, fuck nigga)
If you said it's up, lil' nigga, then know it's up wit' ya (up)
Best believe we gon' find your
Bitch ass, nigga, I'm gon' get up wit' ya
We nuts, if we come (bah), we gon' bust at ya (bah)
Fuck a bitch, fuck 12, lil' nigga
I don't need no cuffs, nigga (cuffs, uh-uh)
Politicin' and pimpin' in that 'Vette
Leave a hater in the dust, nigga (dust, skrrt)
Takin' all your shit
In my chain (yeah), that's Snow on tha Bluff, nigga (yeah)
Now get up outta here (ha), yeah, aight (yeah), I'ma fuck wit' ya
Don't be reachin' for my chain, huh, you know we pop niggas (bitch)
Call this Backwood "Gang," why? Because my opps in it (haha)
Open up that closet, yeah, I got big mop in it (that mop)
They don't buy no drank from me, huh
'Cause I re-rock, nigga (Iced Up Records)
Fuck nigga
We could shoot or box (yeah), you know we punch niggas (nigga)
Every time we see y'all out, we eat
Y'all niggas lunch menus (y'all niggas lunch)
Eight of Wock' in my cream soda (that
Wock'), it ain't no cut in it (uh-uh)
Play with mine, you gon' die today
Right now, come try your luck, nigga
I'll give a goofy all headshots, like is you dumb or nah?
You sink niggas won't front me no more
Bags 'cause I be runnin' off (fuck 'em)
Bust Cuban and rose-gold Presi'
Blown, yeah that's a hundred ball (yeah)
Fuck the stage
I ain't doin' no more shows unless my gun involved, nigga
Talk about them P's (P's), got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga (gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sippin' on Tris, we sippin' Wock', dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah, fuck nigga (fuck nigga, fuck nigga)
If you said it's up, lil' nigga
Then know it's up wit' ya (up, you know it's up then)
Best believe we gon' find your bitch ass
Nigga, I'm gon' get up wit' ya (mm, yeah)
We nuts, if we come (bah), we gon' bust at ya (bah)
Trippin' off the red with Trippie
Redd, Vezz' keep countin' up blues (okay)
You already dead if me and my mans get to walkin' up to you (bang)
Make a bitch gave me head
Her and her friends, yeah, they 'bout to do it
If you ain't got no bands
I'm just sayin', don't talk to me 'bout no music (ah, ah)
Ooh, all my clothes exclusive, spin move your ho, elusive
Put the dope on the road, that's lucrative
Then make it back home, it's secluded (gang)
Up big five, shoot it (gang), I'm big fire, boolin' (gang)
Tell a bitch, "Be quiet", the rudest (okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
Shut your ass up, mute it
My trap jumpin', groovin, huh
Pass me that cup, pass me that blunt, pass me that gun (skuba), huh
Rackin' it up
Is you packin' or what? Who baggin' me up? The whoopers?
The apes, the shooters (ha)
The Dracs, we use 'em (ha), we hate computers (ha, ha, ha)
Talk about them P's (P's), got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga (gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sippin' on Tris, we sippin' wock', dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah, fuck nigga (fuck nigga, fuck nigga)
If you said it's up, lil' nigga, then know it's up wit' ya (It's up)
Best believe we gon' find your
Bitch ass, nigga, I'm gon' get up wit' ya
We nuts, if we come (bah, phew, phew, phew), we gon' bust at ya (bah)
Yeah, I ain't drinkin' no Tris
(nah), I don't fuck with no snitch (Nah)
You a broke ass lame nigga, I ain't touchin' yo' bitch (mm-mm)
I'm humble, I ain't soft, nigga, have yo' ass go blitz (go get it)
Used to pray for a whole thing, keep one on my wrist (everyday)
D to the O, me and Trippie Redd (yeah)
Actavis, baby, I'm sippin' red (yeah)
Got my advance from dealin' meds (got my advance from dealin')
Bro rock Yeezy in the feds (yeah)
Trappin' ain't dead, these niggas scared (that's crazy)
Yeah, my niggas trained to go
Fuck my bitch, fuck my bitch best friend, I'ma just blame the dope
Police came, hit the lights on me, turn to Usain and bolt
Can't believe they let me in the game skeetin' a famous ho (famous ho)
Cuban links, Diamonds full of pointers, I don't do chains with ropes (mm-mm)
Talk about them P's (P's, facts, nigga), got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga (gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sippin' on Tris, we sippin' wock', dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah, fuck nigga (fuck nigga, fuck nigga)
If you said it's up, lil' nigga, then know it's up wit' ya (It's up)
Best believe we gon' find your
Bitch ass, nigga, I'm gon' get up wit' ya
We nuts, if we come (bah), we gon' bust at ya (bah)
Pussy nigga said he gon' kill me
Hm, I don't give a fuck, I'm gon' die anyway, haha
Tell ya, yeah, yeah
Talk about them P's (P's), got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga (gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sippin' on Tris, we sippin' Wock', ha, dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah, fuck nigga (fuck nigga, fuck nigga)
If you said it's up, lil' nigga, then know it's up wit' ya (up)
Best believe we gon' find your
Bitch ass, nigga, I'm gon' get up wit' ya
We nuts, if we come (bah), we gon' bust at ya (bah)
Fuck a bitch, fuck 12, lil' nigga
I don't need no cuffs, nigga (cuffs, uh-uh)
Politicin' and pimpin' in that 'Vette
Leave a hater in the dust, nigga (dust, skrrt)
Takin' all your shit
In my chain (yeah), that's Snow on tha Bluff, nigga (yeah)
Now get up outta here (ha), yeah, aight (yeah), I'ma fuck wit' ya
Don't be reachin' for my chain, huh, you know we pop niggas (bitch)
Call this Backwood "Gang," why? Because my opps in it (haha)
Open up that closet, yeah, I got big mop in it (that mop)
They don't buy no drank from me, huh
'Cause I re-rock, nigga (Iced Up Records)
Fuck nigga
We could shoot or box (yeah), you know we punch niggas (nigga)
Every time we see y'all out, we eat
Y'all niggas lunch menus (y'all niggas lunch)
Eight of Wock' in my cream soda (that
Wock'), it ain't no cut in it (uh-uh)
Play with mine, you gon' die today
Right now, come try your luck, nigga
I'll give a goofy all headshots, like is you dumb or nah?
You sink niggas won't front me no more
Bags 'cause I be runnin' off (fuck 'em)
Bust Cuban and rose-gold Presi'
Blown, yeah that's a hundred ball (yeah)
Fuck the stage
I ain't doin' no more shows unless my gun involved, nigga
Talk about them P's (P's), got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga (gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sippin' on Tris, we sippin' Wock', dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah, fuck nigga (fuck nigga, fuck nigga)
If you said it's up, lil' nigga
Then know it's up wit' ya (up, you know it's up then)
Best believe we gon' find your bitch ass
Nigga, I'm gon' get up wit' ya (mm, yeah)
We nuts, if we come (bah), we gon' bust at ya (bah)
Trippin' off the red with Trippie
Redd, Vezz' keep countin' up blues (okay)
You already dead if me and my mans get to walkin' up to you (bang)
Make a bitch gave me head
Her and her friends, yeah, they 'bout to do it
If you ain't got no bands
I'm just sayin', don't talk to me 'bout no music (ah, ah)
Ooh, all my clothes exclusive, spin move your ho, elusive
Put the dope on the road, that's lucrative
Then make it back home, it's secluded (gang)
Up big five, shoot it (gang), I'm big fire, boolin' (gang)
Tell a bitch, "Be quiet", the rudest (okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
Shut your ass up, mute it
My trap jumpin', groovin, huh
Pass me that cup, pass me that blunt, pass me that gun (skuba), huh
Rackin' it up
Is you packin' or what? Who baggin' me up? The whoopers?
The apes, the shooters (ha)
The Dracs, we use 'em (ha), we hate computers (ha, ha, ha)
Talk about them P's (P's), got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga (gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sippin' on Tris, we sippin' wock', dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah, fuck nigga (fuck nigga, fuck nigga)
If you said it's up, lil' nigga, then know it's up wit' ya (It's up)
Best believe we gon' find your
Bitch ass, nigga, I'm gon' get up wit' ya
We nuts, if we come (bah, phew, phew, phew), we gon' bust at ya (bah)
Yeah, I ain't drinkin' no Tris
(nah), I don't fuck with no snitch (Nah)
You a broke ass lame nigga, I ain't touchin' yo' bitch (mm-mm)
I'm humble, I ain't soft, nigga, have yo' ass go blitz (go get it)
Used to pray for a whole thing, keep one on my wrist (everyday)
D to the O, me and Trippie Redd (yeah)
Actavis, baby, I'm sippin' red (yeah)
Got my advance from dealin' meds (got my advance from dealin')
Bro rock Yeezy in the feds (yeah)
Trappin' ain't dead, these niggas scared (that's crazy)
Yeah, my niggas trained to go
Fuck my bitch, fuck my bitch best friend, I'ma just blame the dope
Police came, hit the lights on me, turn to Usain and bolt
Can't believe they let me in the game skeetin' a famous ho (famous ho)
Cuban links, Diamonds full of pointers, I don't do chains with ropes (mm-mm)
Talk about them P's (P's, facts, nigga), got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga (gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sippin' on Tris, we sippin' wock', dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah, fuck nigga (fuck nigga, fuck nigga)
If you said it's up, lil' nigga, then know it's up wit' ya (It's up)
Best believe we gon' find your
Bitch ass, nigga, I'm gon' get up wit' ya
We nuts, if we come (bah), we gon' bust at ya (bah)
Credits
Writer(s): Tobias Dekker, Michael Lamar Ii White, Anton Martin Mendo, Chivez Smith, Peter Jideonwo, Marcellus Rayvon Register, Sil Van Bebber, Casada Aaron Sorrell
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