CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Menace
Huh?
(You cut up on this one, JAY C)
Shut the f**k up
I got four steppers in the car with me, ain't no room (MIA JAY C)
Send a drop to the Ghetto Baby, you hear boom
It's a hundred racks on me right now, bring a broom
Me and Skilla talkin' crazy on this b*t*h 'cause we in tune
Skilla Baby, RMC Mike tape comin' soon
Every time I pull off in the Scatpack, they hear vroom
Bought a house, I'm runnin' out of space, I need room
Pull out and bust right on her face, I'm feeling rude
Made my Scatpack sound like my Hellcat, got a tune
With the wolves everyday, I don't need a full moon
I'm in the kitchen every day, I dropped a one and madе a two
Me and Skilla both in them Scatpacks racin' too
It ain't sh*t to put a n***a on the nеws
Dropped the loc' to Lil Loc, got him blew
Went from top row straight into that pu**y, got a boot
Hop out the car, walk you down on feet, I'm 'bout to shoot
Skilla Michael Myers, n***a scared I'ma stab his boo
Young n***a spent fifteen hundred on his shoe
I just spent eighty racks on the car to crash it too
Bro flagged me down, I made ten racks for pa**ing through
I'm like A.I., I don't need practice to shoot
I'll really get a n***a stepped on, Tyronn Lue
Hit his whip with the fin, knocked his tie rod loose
Today I made alight ten, n***a, five times two
My dyke b*t*h'll really set it off like Cleo
I go dumb, bro go dumber, free Rio
Shootin' dice in the hood, I'm like f**k the casino
My white don't come stepped on, I got it from my migos
B*t*h I need steak, shrimp, and lobster, this a trio
F**k the b*t*h off a lil' blue pill like I'm Neo
Shoot off-balance, no effort at all, this a free throw
I'm in a Scatpack leanin' so damn hard, I think the seat broke
I got lil' b*t*h who knew the opps' house, I'm like, "Bingo"
Who is it? Had the pistol to the peephole
My lil' n***a takin' n***as' cars, where the key go?
I know a twelve-year-old doin' EDD, he doin' free pros
I just f**ked a bald-head b*t*h, she goin' through chemo
I'm out in Austin runnin' to a bag like I'm Semo
Hundred-grand chain around my neck, it's a kilo
We in the booth, but we ain't rappin' sh*t, we shootin' cee-lo
Put my life on the line, but I ain't shootin' free throws
Brung that .308 to his block, now the street gone
I don't want no friendly-a** b*t*h, I like mean hoes
We done knocked off every opp, now the beef gone
Westside n***a tied in in the King, ho
Shoot a n***a, he ain't did sh*t, it's just B-roll
Young n***a funkin' old hoes off the Clicquot
Me and Skilla going back to back, we in sequel
I'm like Killa Cam when I'm in New York, I got my mink on
Five-seveN cave his chest in, it's a sinkhole
Ah, she glad I got a big d**k, she got a deep hole
She lick the bottom of my balls when she deepthroat
Mike, we gotta stop this, nah, keep going
Walked in the bank, pulled out forty racks while my E showin'
I can't be in the house, baby, I'm a street n***a
Caught an opp walking down the street, now he a victim
I don't even trust my four-five, this b*t*h switchin'
Put a seventy-five on my baby Drac', this b*t*h ignant
Me and Skilla finna drop a tape, man, we trippin'
He say he got the bows, b*t*h, I want 'em all, what's the ticket?
(You cut up on this one, JAY C)
Shut the f**k up
I got four steppers in the car with me, ain't no room (MIA JAY C)
Send a drop to the Ghetto Baby, you hear boom
It's a hundred racks on me right now, bring a broom
Me and Skilla talkin' crazy on this b*t*h 'cause we in tune
Skilla Baby, RMC Mike tape comin' soon
Every time I pull off in the Scatpack, they hear vroom
Bought a house, I'm runnin' out of space, I need room
Pull out and bust right on her face, I'm feeling rude
Made my Scatpack sound like my Hellcat, got a tune
With the wolves everyday, I don't need a full moon
I'm in the kitchen every day, I dropped a one and madе a two
Me and Skilla both in them Scatpacks racin' too
It ain't sh*t to put a n***a on the nеws
Dropped the loc' to Lil Loc, got him blew
Went from top row straight into that pu**y, got a boot
Hop out the car, walk you down on feet, I'm 'bout to shoot
Skilla Michael Myers, n***a scared I'ma stab his boo
Young n***a spent fifteen hundred on his shoe
I just spent eighty racks on the car to crash it too
Bro flagged me down, I made ten racks for pa**ing through
I'm like A.I., I don't need practice to shoot
I'll really get a n***a stepped on, Tyronn Lue
Hit his whip with the fin, knocked his tie rod loose
Today I made alight ten, n***a, five times two
My dyke b*t*h'll really set it off like Cleo
I go dumb, bro go dumber, free Rio
Shootin' dice in the hood, I'm like f**k the casino
My white don't come stepped on, I got it from my migos
B*t*h I need steak, shrimp, and lobster, this a trio
F**k the b*t*h off a lil' blue pill like I'm Neo
Shoot off-balance, no effort at all, this a free throw
I'm in a Scatpack leanin' so damn hard, I think the seat broke
I got lil' b*t*h who knew the opps' house, I'm like, "Bingo"
Who is it? Had the pistol to the peephole
My lil' n***a takin' n***as' cars, where the key go?
I know a twelve-year-old doin' EDD, he doin' free pros
I just f**ked a bald-head b*t*h, she goin' through chemo
I'm out in Austin runnin' to a bag like I'm Semo
Hundred-grand chain around my neck, it's a kilo
We in the booth, but we ain't rappin' sh*t, we shootin' cee-lo
Put my life on the line, but I ain't shootin' free throws
Brung that .308 to his block, now the street gone
I don't want no friendly-a** b*t*h, I like mean hoes
We done knocked off every opp, now the beef gone
Westside n***a tied in in the King, ho
Shoot a n***a, he ain't did sh*t, it's just B-roll
Young n***a funkin' old hoes off the Clicquot
Me and Skilla going back to back, we in sequel
I'm like Killa Cam when I'm in New York, I got my mink on
Five-seveN cave his chest in, it's a sinkhole
Ah, she glad I got a big d**k, she got a deep hole
She lick the bottom of my balls when she deepthroat
Mike, we gotta stop this, nah, keep going
Walked in the bank, pulled out forty racks while my E showin'
I can't be in the house, baby, I'm a street n***a
Caught an opp walking down the street, now he a victim
I don't even trust my four-five, this b*t*h switchin'
Put a seventy-five on my baby Drac', this b*t*h ignant
Me and Skilla finna drop a tape, man, we trippin'
He say he got the bows, b*t*h, I want 'em all, what's the ticket?
