CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Fent
Damn, Trgc made that?
Ha
Arc'teryx jacket (Arc'teryx jacket)
Ha, new Margiela (New Margiela)
Walk up in Saint Laurent, n***a, I'm coppin' whatever
I got my heater on me (Yeah), yeah, we blow at whoever
We go at whoever
Them n***as ain't on my level (Uh)
Sippin' codeine out the kettle
Trackhawk make a n***a jump, damn, he know he ain't catchin' me (Know he ain't catchin' me)
Yeah, I been havin' racks way too long, none of this sh*t be impressin' me (Sh*t bе impressin' me)
Them lil' boys been cappin' too long, AMG tеar up the whole street (Tear up the whole street)
My lil' n***a tryna catch him a lil' dome, he tryna go on a killstreak
He tryna catch him a face shot, huh, yeah
You know my lil' n***a crazy, shoot just like AI, yeah (Shoot like AI)
Pop me a Roxi' when I wake up, n***a, gotta stay high (N***a, gotta stay high)
Take that lil' boy off the list
Yeah, told my lil' n***a, "Shoot that sh*t," yeah, he better not miss (He better not miss)
Ain't finna buy no ho no Birkin, b*t*h, you could eat my d**k (B*t*h, you could eat my d**k)
Yeah, I got rich off merch, huh, yeah, ridin' around with a—
Ridin' around with a blick
B*t*h a** n***a, get blicked up
You know we ridin' around with that hit (Hit)
Yeah, you get hit with that hitstick (Huh)
B*t*h, get hit with some big sh*t
Yeah, lil' Kan got rich quick
Call up lil' Yeat, his wrist hit (Huh)
I just went crazy in Rick
He can't even pay his rent
Boy, we ain't poppin' no Fent'
7.62 through the fence
FN, it be my defense
That boy be all on my d**k
F**k all that money I spent, ha
I need a hunnid percent (I need a hunnid percent)
I want the money, that's it, huh
I want them racks, that's it, yeah
I want that bag, that's it
I want the cash, that's it
Ha
Arc'teryx jacket (Arc'teryx jacket)
Ha, new Margiela (New Margiela)
Walk up in Saint Laurent, n***a, I'm coppin' whatever
I got my heater on me (Yeah), yeah, we blow at whoever
We go at whoever
Them n***as ain't on my level (Uh)
Sippin' codeine out the kettle
Trackhawk make a n***a jump, damn, he know he ain't catchin' me (Know he ain't catchin' me)
Yeah, I been havin' racks way too long, none of this sh*t be impressin' me (Sh*t bе impressin' me)
Them lil' boys been cappin' too long, AMG tеar up the whole street (Tear up the whole street)
My lil' n***a tryna catch him a lil' dome, he tryna go on a killstreak
He tryna catch him a face shot, huh, yeah
You know my lil' n***a crazy, shoot just like AI, yeah (Shoot like AI)
Pop me a Roxi' when I wake up, n***a, gotta stay high (N***a, gotta stay high)
Take that lil' boy off the list
Yeah, told my lil' n***a, "Shoot that sh*t," yeah, he better not miss (He better not miss)
Ain't finna buy no ho no Birkin, b*t*h, you could eat my d**k (B*t*h, you could eat my d**k)
Yeah, I got rich off merch, huh, yeah, ridin' around with a—
Ridin' around with a blick
B*t*h a** n***a, get blicked up
You know we ridin' around with that hit (Hit)
Yeah, you get hit with that hitstick (Huh)
B*t*h, get hit with some big sh*t
Yeah, lil' Kan got rich quick
Call up lil' Yeat, his wrist hit (Huh)
I just went crazy in Rick
He can't even pay his rent
Boy, we ain't poppin' no Fent'
7.62 through the fence
FN, it be my defense
That boy be all on my d**k
F**k all that money I spent, ha
I need a hunnid percent (I need a hunnid percent)
I want the money, that's it, huh
I want them racks, that's it, yeah
I want that bag, that's it
I want the cash, that's it
