CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Cappin
Lyrics from Leak and Snippet
Woo
Woo, woo
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Yeah, yeah
Look
Glock 9, tote the Ruger?(Oh)
Oh,?oh (Oh, look)
Glock?9, tote the Ruger (Oh)
Yeah, yeah,?oh
Yeah, look (Woo, woo)
Glock 9, I tote the Ruger (Ruger)
And my murder bravados (Uh, uh)
Latest fashion (Oh)
Every gun got a hunnid clip (Oh)
VS watch (Oh)
My diamonds dancin' (Oh)
Let 'em reach (Oh), we gon' fix 'em up
'Cause I'm the teacher (Oh)
Preacher man (Oh)
Look, I got that Goyard swag (Oh)
Couple Goyard bags
I been havin'
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Oh, yeah, I'm back again, n***a, tell a friend
And we see the opps, and we in the party
Then we got no choice, boy, it gotta end
I told Luda go see what they drivin' and shoot through the car
He put bullets right through the tint
Gotta know that my shooters retarded
They spinnin' regardless, don't know how this sh*t'll end
Tryna talk on my name, get you clapped up
I'm off the Percocet, I prolly do it, hit you catch you spinnin' through masked up
You know I'm EBK and Pop be GDK, he never spinnin' the black trucks
Just know that the Max with me, you ain't even gotta see me throwin' the hat up
And we got them poles, better back up (Ooh)
Ayy, my n***a Gwuap' told 'em back up (Back up)
And you know I got Glizzys on me, I been fiendin' this race so who tryna get clapped up? (Clapped up)
I been chillin' out, drivin' the bag to stay on they a** since I got my racks up (Racks up)
Chillin' out so I try not to spaz but if I boom a n***a, lawyer fee...
Look, I'm like, "Who these n***as?" (Oh)
Lookin' hard (Oh)
In my Bentley truck (Oh, oh)
Trey tote the automatic (Oh)
And he'll get to clappin' (Oh)
Broad day in traffic, woo, woo (Oh, oh)
Look
I don't know what these n***as see up in these n***as
These n***as be cappin' (Oh, oh)
Look
And this Louis, Fendi pack up with my body in perfection (Oh, oh)
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Traphouse Mob
Woo
Woo, woo
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Yeah, yeah
Look
Glock 9, tote the Ruger?(Oh)
Oh,?oh (Oh, look)
Glock?9, tote the Ruger (Oh)
Yeah, yeah,?oh
Yeah, look (Woo, woo)
Glock 9, I tote the Ruger (Ruger)
And my murder bravados (Uh, uh)
Latest fashion (Oh)
Every gun got a hunnid clip (Oh)
VS watch (Oh)
My diamonds dancin' (Oh)
Let 'em reach (Oh), we gon' fix 'em up
'Cause I'm the teacher (Oh)
Preacher man (Oh)
Look, I got that Goyard swag (Oh)
Couple Goyard bags
I been havin'
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Oh, yeah, I'm back again, n***a, tell a friend
And we see the opps, and we in the party
Then we got no choice, boy, it gotta end
I told Luda go see what they drivin' and shoot through the car
He put bullets right through the tint
Gotta know that my shooters retarded
They spinnin' regardless, don't know how this sh*t'll end
Tryna talk on my name, get you clapped up
I'm off the Percocet, I prolly do it, hit you catch you spinnin' through masked up
You know I'm EBK and Pop be GDK, he never spinnin' the black trucks
Just know that the Max with me, you ain't even gotta see me throwin' the hat up
And we got them poles, better back up (Ooh)
Ayy, my n***a Gwuap' told 'em back up (Back up)
And you know I got Glizzys on me, I been fiendin' this race so who tryna get clapped up? (Clapped up)
I been chillin' out, drivin' the bag to stay on they a** since I got my racks up (Racks up)
Chillin' out so I try not to spaz but if I boom a n***a, lawyer fee...
Look, I'm like, "Who these n***as?" (Oh)
Lookin' hard (Oh)
In my Bentley truck (Oh, oh)
Trey tote the automatic (Oh)
And he'll get to clappin' (Oh)
Broad day in traffic, woo, woo (Oh, oh)
Look
I don't know what these n***as see up in these n***as
These n***as be cappin' (Oh, oh)
Look
And this Louis, Fendi pack up with my body in perfection (Oh, oh)
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Traphouse Mob
