CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : GTA
(Keep it up, Sharkboy)
Wake up, b*t*h, get geeked
All these hoes be fr—, ayy
All my hoes, they freaks
Wake up, b*t*h, get geeked
Wake up, count my racks
Then go back to sleep
Then go pour some Wock'
B*t*h, I count up then repeat
B*t*h, I count up then repeat
Too geeked up, still peepin' the scene
I'ma stay with some racks by any means
I keep a cup by any—, I keep a cup, keep buyin' lean
I'm really rich, could buy anything
Every day I switch my hoes up, switch my whips like GTA
N***a, I switch these hoes, I switch these clothes like every day
My n***a caught him a soul with a brand new pole, had to throw it away
Maybe I'm just gettin' older, maybe these n***as just keep gettin' lame
Half of these n***as be fake, that's why I get money and stay out the way
Lil' Rino way too geeked in the Maybach truck, yeah, it got too much space
My lil' brother'll (Prrt), all y'all n***as and you get flamed up
Boy, you a rat, ayy, just look at his stats, he need to hang it up
How is he dissin'? He used to hang with us, I'm like, "What the f**k?"
N***a on IG Live like a lil' a** b*t*h actin' like we switched up
Every single song this n***a drop, I swear that n***a mention us
Actin' like he ain't on paperwork
Ayy, and I swear if it wasn't for that case, lil' b*t*h-a** n***a, your a** would've been murdered
Really Rich b*t*h, my inner circle
My twin rich, he still servin'
We too lit, we still workin'
Oxy make me feel better
Micro Drac' on me, ain't worried
Drac' on me, ain't nervous, ha, ayy
Pu**y a** n***a would've, whew, ayy, ayy
B*t*h a** n***a would've been murdered, ayy, ayy
Micro Drac' on me, ain't worried, whew, ayy
Double R sh*t, mhm
Wake up, b*t*h, get geeked
All these hoes be fr—, ayy
All my hoes, they freaks
Wake up, b*t*h, get geeked
Wake up, count my racks
Then go back to sleep
Then go pour some Wock'
B*t*h, I count up then repeat
B*t*h, I count up then repeat
Too geeked up, still peepin' the scene
I'ma stay with some racks by any means
I keep a cup by any—, I keep a cup, keep buyin' lean
I'm really rich, could buy anything
Every day I switch my hoes up, switch my whips like GTA
N***a, I switch these hoes, I switch these clothes like every day
My n***a caught him a soul with a brand new pole, had to throw it away
Maybe I'm just gettin' older, maybe these n***as just keep gettin' lame
Half of these n***as be fake, that's why I get money and stay out the way
Lil' Rino way too geeked in the Maybach truck, yeah, it got too much space
My lil' brother'll (Prrt), all y'all n***as and you get flamed up
Boy, you a rat, ayy, just look at his stats, he need to hang it up
How is he dissin'? He used to hang with us, I'm like, "What the f**k?"
N***a on IG Live like a lil' a** b*t*h actin' like we switched up
Every single song this n***a drop, I swear that n***a mention us
Actin' like he ain't on paperwork
Ayy, and I swear if it wasn't for that case, lil' b*t*h-a** n***a, your a** would've been murdered
Really Rich b*t*h, my inner circle
My twin rich, he still servin'
We too lit, we still workin'
Oxy make me feel better
Micro Drac' on me, ain't worried
Drac' on me, ain't nervous, ha, ayy
Pu**y a** n***a would've, whew, ayy, ayy
B*t*h a** n***a would've been murdered, ayy, ayy
Micro Drac' on me, ain't worried, whew, ayy
Double R sh*t, mhm
