CAPA/TRACKLIST

Letra : Medellin

N***as askin' 'bout who runnin', n***a, you listening to him
Got that fire on his side, my twin really get to the doin'
Roll the dice, you playin' with your life 'cause we could really shoot it
I'm with Sonny and we makin' money, n***as like, "What you doin'?" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bah
Hiheartz, haha
Gang, gang
Fah, fah-fah, gang
It's ka$hwayz or no ways, n***a

N***as askin' 'bout who runnin', n***a, you listening to him
Got that fire on his side, my twin really get to the doin'
Roll the dice, you playin' with your life 'cause we could really shoot it
I'm with Sonny and we makin' money, n***as like, "What you doin'?" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

These n***as don't wanna get to it (Slime)
Thesе b*t*hes be full of excusеs (What? Slime)
These n***as gon' flex on the 'Gram but they [?] (What?)
We stand every brother [?] what the f**k is the foolish? (What? What? What?)

We had him on y'all 'cause that n***a a nuisance
Max pain, my n***a got two sticks
Real white but my pockets on blue strips
Drum on the Glock my favorite type of music (Slime)
That b*t*h is a [?] like a nuisance (What?)
Got shot through the hall like a n***a is Cupid (Yeah, let's go, let's-)
Thief in the night, n***as more than just lootin' (What?)
We smokin' on opp pack, that b*t*h got me booted (Let's go, let's go, let's go)

Tried to serve me the half, he got hit, are you stupid?
We been on this sh*t, but I know that you knew this
I heard you got hit with the stick, true sh*t
I got the pack, made it flip, too quick (What?)

These n***as some b*t*hes, ain't takin' a risk (Yeah)
Five hoe's goin' brazy when I say it's a lick (Huh? What?)
Get shot in my back just for [?] (What? Huh?)
Got a freak hoe [?] (What? What?)

Plugged in like the cable on Dish
I got that 'Rari like I'm finna go fish
Might spin your block like a muhf**kin' disk
These n***as talk a lot, but they never on sh*t (Yeah, yeah)

These n***as is never on sh*t
It's too many rap n***as that I turned to a b*t*h (Yeah, what? Huh?)
Got me testin' these n***as for kicks (What? Huh?)
This grind like a death note with your name on the list (What? What?)
N***a, I f**k on your b*t*h at the crib, suckin' my d**k
N***as actin' on beef, boy, you act like a b*t*h
N***as hatin' in the street, n***as hatin' on sh*t
We might post on the telly with Bankroll's b*t*h (Yeah)

These n***as better never forget (Yeah)
This clique full of shooters that ready to give you a gift (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Every problem I had, I'ma flip it (What?)
​k​a$hwayz, no ways, these b*t*hes be sneakin' for flicks (Let's go, let's go, let's go)

FALL, I love you
Oh my god, KA$H