Cap6ix - Can't Fuck Wit Y'all
Ayy, walk down, walk down, nigga you know that we catchin' him
Way, ayy, nigga they fuckin' around, you know that we killin' them
So I keep that chop on my motherfuckin' hip, if that nigga run down, we gon' make him dip
Bitch, uh, cruisin' up in the whip with the motherfuckin' stick on my hip
Bitch, yea, uh, and I'm cruisin' with your bitch on my dick
Nigga, let's go, uh, nigga talk shit so we up'n the score
We gon' grab that pole, bitch said she want some dough
I told her no, no, no, no, no, uh, nigga said he want smoke
I was like, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, pull up on that block
The police there, I gotta move slow, slow, slow, slow, slow
Big box Chevy with a whole lotta dough in it
Ridin' in the Cutless, bitch, you know I got your hoe in it
Fifty-five choppers with the motherfuckin' hollows
Ayy, choppa bullets hit your fuckin' throat, now you can't swallow
Ayy, choppa bullets hit your fuckin' throat, now your dead
And my niggas get that motherfuckin' dough, count that bread
I remember I was fuckin' broke these hoes ain't want me, nah
Now a young nigga run a guap and I can't fuck with y'all
Now y'all feelin' bad, now y'all feelin' sad, I'm like, wow
Yeah, I'm gettin' all that money, I swear to God, it need to pile
I ain't fuckin' with these niggas, they ain't listen to my music
I was down at first, I got this chop, bitch, I'ma use it
I was down at first and I start fuckin' with this music
And yo', bitch pussy, water, wet, warm, like Jacuzzi
I'ma fuck up on that bitch, I swear that I'ma shoot a movie
I just bought a fuckin' rapper, check out this lil' fuckin' Uzi
I just bought a basketball player, check out this 23
Yeah, I love them 556, but you get hit with 223's
And I love some big shit, had to get a 50 BMG
Leave yo' head on the corner, you ain't gon' fuck with me, come fuck with me
Ayy, and when it's up there, it's stuck with them, it's stuck with me
Uh, and that pistol just like glue, bitch, it's stuck with me
Ayy, told that bitch she had to pay for this dick, ain't nothin' for free
Ridin' around up in that Hellcat, bitch, I spotted a Jeep
Ridin' around, with a 50 on me, bitch, a big chopper
See a fuckin' opp, I'ma shoot, I'ma heart stop him
Bedrock him, yeah, that nigga need the doctor
Top a popper, and you know I'm runnin' with some rosters
We don't play that bullshit, we'll turn you into pasta
Ayy, we don't play that bullshit, make shit shake..maracas
This shit really hot, how I drop it, it's droppin
Make some more money, nigga, make some more options
Fuck all these niggas that be plottin' what's happenin
Big-ass choppers, I'm servin' gas to the latins, gang
Written by:
Javonte Carter
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