Go
Lil Capalot, bitch, ha!
Man, y'all know what the fuck goin' on
(Dante, you snapped on this one)
Gang
My lil' Glock, a switch was cool, now I'm ridin' with this chopper
Last nigga that played with us, urgent care, go see a doctor
Bitch, I feel like Mad Max, I be turned up with my shotters
In the club, bitch, bag back while I turn up off five shots
Headshots, lil' stick in the box like Roddy
Maybe the reason I'm cocky
Bitch, free my brother, he in there fighting a body, we was like Jordan and Scottie
With them chopsticks, we'll fry your noodle, this ain't no hibachi
All this hot shit, it's gon' go right through you, case closed, it's a homi'
I spent twelve fifty on some Louis shoes, bitch, I up my fashion
I act arrogant, I'm rockin' Rubins in my jeans, I'm saggin'
I'm the type of nigga let you think shit cool, then I just start spazzin'
Ballin' on these hoes like Jordan Poole and she love how I'm rappin'
Get in with me, thick bad bitch gon' suck me up while I'm drivin'
Roll 'em up, we turned his ass to Backwoods, he got smoked in traffic
Ain't no pass this, green light, go, we clap him, blow till they subtract him
Lil Grouchy told me, "Why would he try to run like he don't know I'm accurate?"
He just tryna play like he wanna size me up, he must not know my savage
Closed caskets, if the police ask us, we don't know what happened
I remember jail calls all through Securus, can't come home, I'm trappin'
I never argue with opps, can't take them serious, I'm just gon' start laughin'
Fuckin' up these racks, hoes on my dick, that's why they mad at me
Part-time pornstar, I got none but flicks inside my gallery
Every time one of the bros get hit, my TooTurnt slide for weeks
How y'all live stuck together inside a ditch, watch when you decide to speak? (Bitch)
Phone ringin' up, pull up, leave shit cropped
Lil' bro shoot them Glocks, still tell you too with these props
My lil' demons hot, in Hell, where we gon' rot
I used to beat the block, like what you need? Come shop
Ha, bitch
Lil Capalot in this bitch, man
Y'all already know how the fuck I'm comin'
Hey, bitch, don't run up on me talkin' 'bout no "Polo and 'em," I know you on some fan shit
Foe'nem called me cap, get the fuck on (Haha)
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