Captain Crunch
Yeah
Pussy niggas said they gon' kill me
Hmm, I don't give a fuck, I was gon' die anyway
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
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Captain Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sipping on Tris
We sipping Wock', dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah
Fuck nigga (fuck nigga, fuck nigga)
If you said it's up lil' nigga, then you know it's up with you
Best believe we gon' find your bitch ass, nigga, I'm gon' get up with you (we nuts)
If we come, we gon' bust at you
Fuck a bitch, fuck 12, little nigga, I don't need no cuffs, nigga (cuffs)
Politickin' and pimpin' in that 'Vette, leave a hater in the dust, nigga (skrrt)
Takin' all your shit, in my chain, that's snow on the bluff, nigga (yeah)
Now get up outta here
Yeah, aight, I'ma fuck with ya
Don't be reaching for my chain
You know we pop niggas (bitch)
Call us Backwood gang (why?)
Because my opps in it
Open up that closet, yeah
I got big mop in it (they poppin')
They don't buy no drink from me
'Cause I rerock, nigga
Fuck nigga, we can shoot ot box (yeah)
You know we punch niggas (nigga)
Every time we see y'all out, we eat, y'all niggas lunch menus
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 naw
You sink niggas won't front me no more bags
'Cause I be running off (fuck 'em)
Bust Cuban and rose gold Presi' blown, yeah, that's a 100 ball (yes)
Fuck the stage, I ain't doing 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
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Captain Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sipping on Tris
We sipping Wock', dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah
Fuck nigga (fuck nigga, fuck nigga)
If you said it's up lil' nigga, then you know it's up with you
Best believe we gon' find your bitch ass, nigga, I'm gon' get up with you (we nuts)
If we come, we gon' bust at you (mount up)
Tripping off the red with Trippie Redd
Vezz keep counting up blues (okay)
You already dead
If me and my mans get to walking up to you (bye)
Like a bitch give me head, her and her friends, yeah, they 'bout to do it
If you ain't got no bands, I'm just saying, don't talk about no music
All my clothes exclusive
Spin move your ho, elusive
Put the dope on the road, that's lucrative
Then make it back home, secluded
Up big fast, shoot it
I'm big five, boolin'
Tell a bitch be quiet, the rudest
Shut your ass up, mute it (okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
My trap jump, groovin' (huh)
Pass me that cup
Pass me that blunt
Pass me that gun, Scuba, huh
Racking it up, is you packing or what? Who backing me up?
The whoopers, the apes, the shooters
The Dracs, we use them
We hate computers
Talk about them P's (P's)
Got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Captain Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sipping on Tris
We sipping Wock', dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah
Fuck nigga (fuck nigga, fuck nigga)
If you said it's up lil' nigga, then you know it's up with you
Best believe we gon' find your bitch ass, nigga, I'm gon' get up with you (we nuts)
If we come, we gon' bust at you
Yeah, I ain't drinking no Tris (nah)
I don't fuck with no snitch (nah)
You a broke ass lame nigga
I ain't touching your bitch
I'm humble, I ain't soft, nigga
Have the youngins go blitz ( go get 'em)
Used to pray for a whole thing
Keep one on my wrist (everyday)
D to the O, me and Trippie Redd
Actavis, baby, I'm sipping red
Got my advance from dealing meds
Bro rock Yeezy in the feds
Trappin' ain't dead, these niggas scared (yeah, that's crazy)
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 Usain and bolt
Can't believe they let me in the game, skeetin' a famous ho
Cuban links, diamonds full of pointers, I don't do chains with ropes
Talk about them P's (P's)
Got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Captain Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sipping on Tris
We sipping Wock', dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah
Fuck nigga (fuck nigga, fuck nigga)
If you said it's up lil' nigga, then you know it's up with you
Best believe we gon' find your bitch ass, nigga, I'm gon' get up with you (we nuts)
If we come, we gon' bust at you