Uh
That boy cappin'
Look
Uh, look
All in his caption, that boy cappin'
I'm 'bout action
Ayy, ay, Wlatt, gang
Look
It's all in his caption, that boy cappin'
Know about us, man, they don't want action
Know that we shoot shit, don't do stabbin'
Hop on your block then came back laughin'
Uh, you tryin' too hard but we do this with ease
Don't care what you throw up, we throw up the threes
It's a whole lotta bricks, that's a whole lotta P's
Wipe that boy nose like he had to go sneeze
Forty-four-hunnid, I keep it a G
Thirty-five with me, I shoot like Curry
Shoutout bro 30, you know that's my team
Bro got a Glock, that shit came with a beam
If they pull up we gon' let that shit ring
My life a movie, can't put it on a screen
You can't hang with us 'cause you not a demon
You a lil' boy, man, you get a beatin' (a beatin')
You ain't kill nobody, you don't know the feelin' (he can't)
The kettle on the stove, his top is steamin' (it's steamin')
Snake on my neck, say my name, gotta eat 'em
Ten-shot regular clip, I'm decent (I'm decent)
Make a spirit lift look like Roobet, I'm leanin' (lean)
I put his name on a bullet then beat it (rah)
Bullets movin' too fast, he can't read it (rah)
I might shoot from the cell like a Ariza (Ariza)
One to the top, give him more than amnesia (amnesia)
I need a Queen of the North like Teresa (Teresa)
Shoot a .38 'til it's Gilbert Arenas (rah)
I'm in the trap, livin' with an old geezer (hold that)
Put on my chain, feel like put on a freezer (ice)
Put a gun in your face like it's tweezers (rah)
I'm in the 'Woods like a beaver (woods)
Too much BAPE on, feel like I'm Caesar (Caesar)
He got hit with the switch, look like he had a seizure (grrt)
His forehead hot, put a fifth on it, that's a real fever
How I'm so icy but still keep a heater? (Bussdown)
How I keep winnin' when I'm not even cheater? (Rah)
I'm a real demon, creep up like a creature (rah)
Bust a brick open, look like Justin Bieber (rah)
Look
It's all in his caption, that boy cappin'
Know about us, man, they don't want action
Know that we shoot shit, don't do stabbin'
Hop on your block then came back laughin'
Uh, you tryin' too hard but we do this with ease
Don't care what you throw up, we throw up the threes
It's a whole lotta bricks, that's a whole lotta P's
Wipe that boy nose like he had to go sneeze
Forty-four-hunnid, I keep it a G
Thirty-five with me, I shoot like Curry
Shoutout bro 30, you know that's my team
Bro got a Glock, that shit came with a beam
If they pull up we gon' let that shit ring
My life a movie, can't put it on a screen
You can't hang with us 'cause you not a demon
I had to ball up 'cause that nigga waste
Open the party, we lock off the place
Might hit his chest or I might his his face
If it get sticky I go do the race
And I got 13's on my feet
But a big G-17 on my waist (pa)
Better not trip, better go tie your lace (pa)
Feel like J Neat, catch a opp, and say, "Ayy" (pa)
Don't cut no hair but I might give a fade
My niggas don't give a fuck 'bout the fame
Most of us still on the block everyday
Shoutout Machine, got connections in L.A
Still in the Dot, I might slide in the Lane
Free 47 and free bro LA
Screamin', "3Letterz" 'cause that is the gang
And you can't hang with us if you do not bang
You know I got hella love for the bros
They sell a brick, I was settin' the role
I'm chasin' the money, let's get it, let's go
If we get the drop, we might go to your door
I do not give me a fuck about a hoe
Not even money could fix all these hoes
Chasin' that bag, I stay on the road
I try catch a opp, catch like three in a row (real shit)