DAS CAP

Yeah, you ever looked at a nigga, like, who was just poppin', poppin' shit and you just knew he was, knew that nigga was broke?

Broke ass nigga

Das cap, talkin' online you get papped

My young nigga keep a strap, drive with a strap on his lap

Fuck postin' up in the trap

I'm finna cop me a island, yeah, and put myself on the map

Rich and it ain't 'cause of rap, yeah

Bitch I ain't rentin', I hop in a Bentley, it ain't got no ceilin'

You mad? Fuck ya' feelings

Bitch I ain't rentin', I hop in a Bentley, it ain't got no ceilin'

You mad? Fuck ya' feelings

All of my niggas be wildin' (wildin')

Stay with the cannon, the gang wildin' out

Nigga don't talk about stylin'

I stay with the drip, put it all in her mouth

New coupe, it came with twin turbo

Sendin' 'em bullets like Tony Romo

Put that bitch on the syrup, it's slow-mo

Pullin' off with the gang in a four door (skrt)

Check, check, check, check, check, check, check it out, uh

I'm with the static like radio, why do your pistol shoot vertical?

Man, you niggas ain't shootin' at nobody man

You niggas shootin' in air man

All these niggas do is flodge, flake, and beef through texts

Man these niggas is hoes

Niggas ain't gettin' no goddamn money man

And das cap, these niggas ain't, these niggas ain't gettin' no fuckin' money

Das cap, talkin' online you get papped

My young nigga keep a strap, drive with a strap on his lap

Fuck postin' up in the trap

I'm finna cop me a island, yeah, and put myself on the map

Rich and it ain't 'cause of rap, yeah

Bitch I ain't rentin', I hop in a Bentley, it ain't got no ceilin'

You mad? Fuck ya' feelings

Bitch I ain't rentin', I hop in a Bentley, it ain't got no ceilin'

You mad? Fuck ya' feelings

Okay, I'm tryna fuck a new bitch

I'm tryna make a new flip, hittin' home runs like Chip, huh

Yeah, fuck with a nigga (fuck it)

Fuck with my money, we might have to cut us a nigga

Ain't no debatin' with none of y'all niggas

Twenty two diamonds, that shine in the picture

Menthol, shorty blow dick like Newport (Newport)

Hundred thousand dollars in the Jansport (Jansport)

Stackin' money tall, make a camp fort

Fuck it

Man, man you know the world would be a lot more truthful if you had to pay a lie man

These niggas be lyin' out they ass man

Just talkin' for no reason

Cappin' this, cappin' that, I don't understand that, you never capped on nothin'

I'm the youngest nigga, I mean everything I say, I do what I say you feel me?

Das cap, talkin' online you get papped

My young nigga keep a strap, drive with a strap on his lap

Fuck postin' up in the trap

I'm finna cop me a island, yeah, and put myself on the map

Rich and it ain't 'cause of rap, yeah

Bitch I ain't rentin', I hop in a Bentley, it ain't got no ceilin'

You mad? Fuck ya' feelings

Bitch I ain't rentin', I hop in a Bentley, it ain't got no ceilin'

You mad? Fuck ya' feelings