CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Michael Phelps
(Dyc, where you at?)
When I walk around with a band
All these hunnids' in my hand
I’m like I don't know where I stand
I might fly out of Japan
I'm so high I can't land
I got a plug out in Thailand
I might go and go buy some land
I might go and buy a crib
I might go and buy yo b*t*h
I wanna go and cop a Patek
Swim around like I'm Michael Phelps
I'm so high but I can't land
Spin again if I hear that he ain't dead
I'ma cha-cha in his crib
And I'ma slide out and shoot his kid
I'm so high like I don't know
Shorty said "Brrr" yeah, hang up the phone
Don't you ask me, I don't know
I ain't focused about no ho
I'm just scared of going back broke
Take no L, all I do is score
We up 10-5, check the score
I'm like, ten five rock his dome
Balenci on my toe
Yeah, put it to the back of his head
Spin again if I heard he ain't dеad
You talkin' hot boy, you be scared
Yeah, I got on Numbеr Nine, it was bread
This b*t*h fell in love, sh*t was crazy
No, I can't save you
You thought you was "baby"
You thought I was wasted
But I got a Glock, this lil' b*t*h don't phase me
Oh nah, keep that bag away from me
Run off with the guap
Keep yo, keep yo hoe away from me, 'cause she just gave me top
Pull up, UPS, I got b*t*hes in a box
I was in New York, my boy make bank, he milly rock
B*t*h I'm f**kin' on yo thot, I'm makin' plays, b*t*h I can't stop
I send some shots, Juju wanna-be how them bullets make him drop
I'ma on the block with slime, n***a like 'Sito
I'm ready to blow n***as like a C4
The block got hot, n***a, like a Cheeto
Gettin' these chips, n***a, like Doritos
B*t*hes corny like a mother f**kin' Frito
He wanna feature, can't get it for free though
Empty the clip, n***a then I reload
Look at my jeans, pockets on honor-roll, all hunnids
N***as be squares, punt it
Catch 'em in traffic you know I'ma bust it
When a young n***a you know its in public
Kick back, in the trap, double drum attached
Rollin' through the A, thirty eight, tucked into my waist
N***a I don't play, get up in my way and you gon' die today
F**k you and yo gang, n***a y'all can't hang
.2 could split yo brain
When I walk around with a band
All these hunnids' in my hand
I’m like I don't know where I stand
I might fly out of Japan
I'm so high I can't land
I got a plug out in Thailand
I might go and go buy some land
I might go and buy a crib
I might go and buy yo b*t*h
I wanna go and cop a Patek
Swim around like I'm Michael Phelps
I'm so high but I can't land
Spin again if I hear that he ain't dead
I'ma cha-cha in his crib
And I'ma slide out and shoot his kid
When I walk around with a band
All these hunnids' in my hand
I’m like I don't know where I stand
I might fly out of Japan
I'm so high I can't land
I got a plug out in Thailand
I might go and go buy some land
I might go and buy a crib
I might go and buy yo b*t*h
I wanna go and cop a Patek
Swim around like I'm Michael Phelps
I'm so high but I can't land
Spin again if I hear that he ain't dead
I'ma cha-cha in his crib
And I'ma slide out and shoot his kid
I'm so high like I don't know
Shorty said "Brrr" yeah, hang up the phone
Don't you ask me, I don't know
I ain't focused about no ho
I'm just scared of going back broke
Take no L, all I do is score
We up 10-5, check the score
I'm like, ten five rock his dome
Balenci on my toe
Yeah, put it to the back of his head
Spin again if I heard he ain't dеad
You talkin' hot boy, you be scared
Yeah, I got on Numbеr Nine, it was bread
This b*t*h fell in love, sh*t was crazy
No, I can't save you
You thought you was "baby"
You thought I was wasted
But I got a Glock, this lil' b*t*h don't phase me
Oh nah, keep that bag away from me
Run off with the guap
Keep yo, keep yo hoe away from me, 'cause she just gave me top
Pull up, UPS, I got b*t*hes in a box
I was in New York, my boy make bank, he milly rock
B*t*h I'm f**kin' on yo thot, I'm makin' plays, b*t*h I can't stop
I send some shots, Juju wanna-be how them bullets make him drop
I'ma on the block with slime, n***a like 'Sito
I'm ready to blow n***as like a C4
The block got hot, n***a, like a Cheeto
Gettin' these chips, n***a, like Doritos
B*t*hes corny like a mother f**kin' Frito
He wanna feature, can't get it for free though
Empty the clip, n***a then I reload
Look at my jeans, pockets on honor-roll, all hunnids
N***as be squares, punt it
Catch 'em in traffic you know I'ma bust it
When a young n***a you know its in public
Kick back, in the trap, double drum attached
Rollin' through the A, thirty eight, tucked into my waist
N***a I don't play, get up in my way and you gon' die today
F**k you and yo gang, n***a y'all can't hang
.2 could split yo brain
When I walk around with a band
All these hunnids' in my hand
I’m like I don't know where I stand
I might fly out of Japan
I'm so high I can't land
I got a plug out in Thailand
I might go and go buy some land
I might go and buy a crib
I might go and buy yo b*t*h
I wanna go and cop a Patek
Swim around like I'm Michael Phelps
I'm so high but I can't land
Spin again if I hear that he ain't dead
I'ma cha-cha in his crib
And I'ma slide out and shoot his kid
