Cap 541 - Tummy

Pockets fat
Call it my tummy
Pockets fat
Yeah dig
Yeah
Pockets fat
Pockets fat

My pockets fat yeah you can call it my tummy
Holden made the beat and you know it goes dummy
Y'all hating on a boy I think it's funny
You is like Charlie off it is always sunny

Run up the bands
Run up the gaup
Run up the bag yeah
Bitch you know I'm coming in and I don't look at no tags
I run up all the gaup
And I run up all the bands
Im with all the homies I don't have no fucking friends
Stay in your lane or things gonna get real
Fuck your pen and paper I ain't gonna sign no deal
I'mma take the game like Kyrie with a steal
Stay true to myself I don't pop no pills
Listen I don't fuck with a hater or a punk
Engineer my own shit like I am Elon Musk
Reckless big boy I really don't give a mutha'fuck
Reckless big boy I really don't give a fuck
Stay true to the game that's how I do
Couple big bills on me and you know they stay blue
You tripping dog lay off the fucking goop
Replay Replay the song a fucking loop

My pockets fat yeah you can call it my tummy
Holden made the beat and you know it goes dummy
Y'all hating on a boy I think it's funny
You is like Charlie off it is always sunny

No cap I think I'm coming up
Coming with all the bags homie pop the fucking trunk
Talking shit pussy boy sorry to interrupt
Disrespectful Mr. Cap I don't really give a fuck
Im doing well actually Im great
You can catch the dust as Im in first place
You a mouse I'mma cat I'mma win the race
Doing this for me pussy boy you clout chase
You jumping the gun slow down you need to pace
Disrespect me playa do it to my face
Do it to my face
Disrespect me playa do it to my face

Written by:
Connor Phillips

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