CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Ahhh Ha Freestyle
I ain't gon lie, I f**k wit' everybody but
There's always someone from somewhere that's always on my d**k
Rackz, Rackz, Rackz, Rackz
V
Brr
Racks
Don't respond to sh*t with Dior
Barrels spinnin', you gon see shells in the bay
Right by the seashore
Made the hood so hot
I swear to God, I start seein' police more
I can't stop talking my sh*t
Like who the f**k said turn the beat off?
We got, so many opps
It's just some sh*t I that I can't leave off
Gun so dirty, we got mops
Like b*t*h I needa start to clean more
Bro a dentist, he'll drill ya mouth
Why he got his degree for Ph.D.? Ya PJ sweet
My steppas fiend to take your feet off
He talk 'bout me in deathrow
But I can't beef with boy, he suck d**k
And now we on the next show, uh
Recorded him spankin' himself
Like said you a naughty boy, doin' bad things to yourself
Ride around with that thing in my belt
Told you I will not respond to your couple of views
You can keep entertaining yourself
Told sis like, "Why you worried 'bout that opp b*t*h?'
"She was getting f**ked on camera"
You don't flock sh*t
You on cop sh*t
You just actin' tough on camera
A hoe gon' be a hoe, leave her alone
She on some thot sh*t
And you gon' never get a deal
Boy, you is not sh*t, ah, ha
Don't respond to sh*t with Dior
Barrels spinnin', you gon see shells in the bay
Right by the seashore
Made the hood so hot
I swear to God
I start seein' police more
I can't stop talking my sh*t
Like who the f**k said turn the beat off?
We got, so many opps
It's just some sh*t I that I can't leave off
Gun so dirty, we got mops
Like b*t*h I need a start to clean more
Bro a dentist, he'll drill ya mouth
Why he got his degree for Ph.D? Ya PJ sweet
My steppas fiend to take your feet off
Shoutout Druskii, but I had to do this
Not for the radio now
Slide through the opp's hood
B*t*h, I'm on Hot 97
I'm makin' the radio loud
Say you got fans, look at my fans
B*t*h, just look at the ratio clown
I got the streets like Brooklyn, Uptown
B*t*h, they play me all over the town
Rackz, uhh, this my last response
Rackz, uhh, they keep dissin' I laugh it off (Ah, ha)
Yeah, I might shoot through the coat
This a Goose, though I'll take my jacket off
Opp b*t*h and I don't wanna lose her
She all on my d**k, she gon' jack it off (Ah, ha)
Rackz
Ah, ha
Rackz, Rackz, Rackz
V
There's always someone from somewhere that's always on my d**k
Rackz, Rackz, Rackz, Rackz
V
Brr
Racks
Don't respond to sh*t with Dior
Barrels spinnin', you gon see shells in the bay
Right by the seashore
Made the hood so hot
I swear to God, I start seein' police more
I can't stop talking my sh*t
Like who the f**k said turn the beat off?
We got, so many opps
It's just some sh*t I that I can't leave off
Gun so dirty, we got mops
Like b*t*h I needa start to clean more
Bro a dentist, he'll drill ya mouth
Why he got his degree for Ph.D.? Ya PJ sweet
My steppas fiend to take your feet off
He talk 'bout me in deathrow
But I can't beef with boy, he suck d**k
And now we on the next show, uh
Recorded him spankin' himself
Like said you a naughty boy, doin' bad things to yourself
Ride around with that thing in my belt
Told you I will not respond to your couple of views
You can keep entertaining yourself
Told sis like, "Why you worried 'bout that opp b*t*h?'
"She was getting f**ked on camera"
You don't flock sh*t
You on cop sh*t
You just actin' tough on camera
A hoe gon' be a hoe, leave her alone
She on some thot sh*t
And you gon' never get a deal
Boy, you is not sh*t, ah, ha
Don't respond to sh*t with Dior
Barrels spinnin', you gon see shells in the bay
Right by the seashore
Made the hood so hot
I swear to God
I start seein' police more
I can't stop talking my sh*t
Like who the f**k said turn the beat off?
We got, so many opps
It's just some sh*t I that I can't leave off
Gun so dirty, we got mops
Like b*t*h I need a start to clean more
Bro a dentist, he'll drill ya mouth
Why he got his degree for Ph.D? Ya PJ sweet
My steppas fiend to take your feet off
Shoutout Druskii, but I had to do this
Not for the radio now
Slide through the opp's hood
B*t*h, I'm on Hot 97
I'm makin' the radio loud
Say you got fans, look at my fans
B*t*h, just look at the ratio clown
I got the streets like Brooklyn, Uptown
B*t*h, they play me all over the town
Rackz, uhh, this my last response
Rackz, uhh, they keep dissin' I laugh it off (Ah, ha)
Yeah, I might shoot through the coat
This a Goose, though I'll take my jacket off
Opp b*t*h and I don't wanna lose her
She all on my d**k, she gon' jack it off (Ah, ha)
Rackz
Ah, ha
Rackz, Rackz, Rackz
V
