Captain Crunch (feat. Babyface Ray)

歌詞

Yeah Pussy niggas said they gon' kill me 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 40 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 little 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 and my chains, that's snow on the bluff, nigga (Yeah) Now get up outta here Yeah aight, I'mma 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 niggas Fuck nigga we can shoot a box (Yeah) You know we punch niggas (nigga) Every time we see y'all out, we eat, y'all niggas lunch menus 8 of Wock in my cream soda (That Wock) It ain't no cut in it (Uh-uh) Play with mine, you gonna 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 a Cuban and a 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 40 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 little nigga, then you know it's up with you (You know it's up, then) 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 about to do it If you ain't got no bands, I'm just saying, not talkin about no music All my clothes exclusive Spin move your hoe, 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 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 40 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 little 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 Had your ass go blitz 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 right yeezy and 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'mma 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 hoe 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 40 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 little 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