CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Cappin [REMIX]

Cappin', cappin'
These n***as don't live what they rappin' (They don't)
Rappin'
Woah
Nick Blixky put in a casket (Choo K)
Jump in the game and we scoring the basket (Score it)
Ratchet, ratchet
All of my n***as we ratchet
We catch it (Catch it, Catch it)
Catch It

Ima be cleaning you with a big mac. (POW)
n***a I'm talking, n***a I'm with that. (Huh)
Toting the 3 it come with a big snap. (Woo)
n***a I can get you b*t*h slapped. (Grr)
I've been through a lot of it. (Huh)
So I'm running my money and I'm proud of it. (Huh)
Alot of the n***as they not jacking it
I've been with it all my life and we caught lick
Getting the money and its coming so cool
You see me pull up with a big coupe. (Pow Pow Pow)
Beamer down and it come with a coupe
I'm in a mood Jay come with a broom
Drill my n***as left that was so rude
All of yall fake talk the truth
Got one call its for Nappy Blue
One two Habibi coming for you
I got left n***a I am a beast
This sh*t is hard and it is on beat
Big dog when I'm let off the leash
Woo, Baby you so cool. (Slide, Shinee)

Cappin', cappin'
These n***as don't live what they rappin' (They don't)
Rappin'
Woah
Nick Blixky put in a casket (Choo K)
Jump in the game and we scoring the basket (Score it)
Ratchet, ratchet
All of my n***as we ratchet
We catch it (Catch it, Catch it)
Catch It

Whats cracking? (Cracking)
You ain't bout it stop cappin' (Cappin')
I'm laughing
pu**yboy think that he trapping
If you want war I start snapping
What Happen?
You want all the smoke you was asking
Blue rag what we flaggin' (Crip)
Ayy Ayy Ayy
Don't play around we really with the sh*t
If your homie want some more we can fit you both in a spliff
She think I'm cute but I'm shooting at you and your miss
n***a think he hits lick
n***as think they the sh*ts
That's not what I see put em on a stick
All I see is couple pu**y women like b*t*h. (Ayy Ayy Ayy)

AP Audemar cost a hunnid thousand
Big .38 gon hawk em
If a n***a tryna stretch
Got a big .38 on my body put him in the sky it won't even witness
Send that n***a to the denim
For thinking that n***a pretending. (Grr)
I got 52 shots in this Glock with a Infrared
For a opp if he let off
Trey soubie hold a chop
Yellow tape on his block n***a head off
Blow up the chop I go dumb
n***a see me and they run
Silencer on the gun
I back a wraith for nun
Trey Soubie
Boy ain't playing with a toolie
I bet he make a movie
Look
Pop tripped up in newy
A couple Hundred and some jewelry
A couple hunnid and some boujje
(Yeah)

Cappin', cappin'
These n***as don't live what they rappin' (They don't)
Rappin'
Woah
Nick Blixky put in a casket (Choo K)
Jump in the game and we scoring the basket (Score it)
Ratchet, ratchet
All of my n***as we ratchet
We catch it (Catch it, Catch it)
Catch It