Tha Captin - Tha Crew (feat. Trop)

Eww
Eww
Eww
Eww
She fell in love
Wit the crew
Don't trip lil bit
Tie ya shoes
Eww
Eww
She fell in love
Wit the crew
Don't trip lil bit
Tie ya shoes
Sip that HI Tech
Just like brew
She gone cough on
That dick like the flu
Quarterback sack
Lil baby I threw it
I be hustling
Lil baby
You knew that
Took the bus wit like
Twenty twenty racks
I can't drive
Wit that pack
So it flew back
She fell in love
Wit the crew
Don't trip lil bit
Tie ya shoes
Sip that HI Tech
Just like brew
She gone cough on
That dick like the flu
Quarterback sack
Lil baby I threw it
I be hustling
Lil baby
You knew that
Took the bus wit like
Twenty twenty racks
I can't drive
Wit that pack
So it flew back
Jordan sign
Pack got wings
Jugged em
Sold em CBD
Then flew back
To Tennkey
But they really
Thirty three
Hit the block
And perform surgery
Delivering babies
Even tho
I ain't birthing
Fucked her buddy
So I bought her a purse
If I fuck up again
She gone get me a hurst
Last name Capone
Call me Cap
I'ma BOSS
On my side
Of the map
Baby girl please
Don't get to attached
If you broke
Betta blitz
Get a sack
In the mud
Like a huddle
Call plays
Now my crib
Gotta code for the gate
In da streets
Bout who last
Ain't no race
And my bitch
Tote a pistol
No mase aye
She fell in love
Wit the crew
Don't trip lil bit
Tie ya shoes
Sip that HI Tech
Just like brew
She gone cough on
That dick
Like the flu
Quarterback sack
Lil baby I threw it
I be hustling
Lil baby
You knew that
Took the bus wit like
Twenty twenty racks
I can't drive
Wit that pack
So it flew back
She fell in love
Wit the crew
Don't trip lil bit
Tie ya shoes
Sip that HI Tech
Just like brew
She gone cough on
That dick like the flu
Quarterback sack
Lil baby I threw it
I be hustling
Lil baby
You knew that
Took the bus wit like
Twenty twenty racks
I can't drive
Wit that pack
So it flew back
Put a hole
In his head
Like a pumpkin
We got dem chickens
No dumplins (Birds)
My mom
Found the pack
And she flushed it
I always keep
A lil jumping
I'm on the post
Like I'm Duncan (Tim)
Goin' to school
On the gas
I was flunking
I'm making plays
To them junkies
They always trying
Bring me something
She be boppin' her head
She a freak
When she catch
This lil nut
She gone leave
Cus nigga I'm back
To these streets
I'm back to juggin
Off this weed
And I gotta play
For the whole thang
I think the shit here
Real strange
Cus he only cop
Small thangs
Try me he gone
Be a stain (Bow)
She fell in love
Wit the crew
Don't trip lil bit
Tie ya shoes
Sip that HI Tech
Just like brew
She gone cough on
That dick like the flu
Quarterback sack
Lil baby I threw it
I be hustling
Lil baby
You knew that
Took the bus wit like
Twenty twenty racks
I can't drive
Wit that pack
So it flew back
She fell in love
Wit the crew
Don't trip lil bit
Tie ya shoes
Sip that HI Tech
Just like brew
She gone cough on
That dick like the flu
Quarterback sack
Lil baby I threw it
I be hustling
Lil baby
You knew that
Took the bus wit like
Twenty twenty racks
I can't drive
Wit that pack
So it flew back

Written by:
Christopher Miller

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