Wid Us Remix
Baby I'm Capo, and this bitch say I'm like a god to her
She don't like my bitches, call my phone she said it bother us
Tryna get rich or with this money team, then come follow us
Ballin' under cap, and hang with us and get your dollaz up
If you tryna glo up one day then come follow us
Catch me in the streets, its beef with me, we need them thangs to bust
You ain't with the glo, you with them niggas you can't hang wid us
Ain't with new shit, and no new niggas they can't bang wid us
If you looked at MOB niggas and with the glo can't hang wid us
If you a brick gang and just smoked some clout nigga you can't hang wid us
If you also smoke wid us turn up nigga ain't shit savin' us
You ain't get no promotion, no no shows play boy you ain't payin' us
These broke ass niggas ain't getting no money
Can't fit in nigga just be sayin stuff
Opps wanna be just like us
And they bitch wanna fuck us its the truth I ain't sayin stuff
You wanna fuck its the truth I ain't sayin stuff
And if you down with the brick then we flaming ya
TraySavage coming with his mac and down he chasing ya
And when we leave these shows got models and bitches chasin' us
And if you talking to them niggas then ain't no conversatin' wid us
Baby Im Capo and this bitch say I'm like a god to her
She don't like my bitches, call my phone she said it bother us
She don't like my bitches, call my phone she said it bother us
Tryna get rich or with this money team, then come follow us
Ballin' under cap, and hang with us and get your dollaz up
If you tryna glo up one day then come follow us
Catch me in the streets, its beef with me, we need them thangs to bust
You ain't with the glo, you with them niggas you can't hang wid us
Ain't with new shit, and no new niggas they can't bang wid us
If you looked at MOB niggas and with the glo can't hang wid us
If you a brick gang and just smoked some clout nigga you can't hang wid us
If you also smoke wid us turn up nigga ain't shit savin' us
You ain't get no promotion, no no shows play boy you ain't payin' us
These broke ass niggas ain't getting no money
Can't fit in nigga just be sayin stuff
Opps wanna be just like us
And they bitch wanna fuck us its the truth I ain't sayin stuff
You wanna fuck its the truth I ain't sayin stuff
And if you down with the brick then we flaming ya
TraySavage coming with his mac and down he chasing ya
And when we leave these shows got models and bitches chasin' us
And if you talking to them niggas then ain't no conversatin' wid us
Baby Im Capo and this bitch say I'm like a god to her
She don't like my bitches, call my phone she said it bother us
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Jerome Jr Taylor
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