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Yeah, you ever looked at a nigga, like, who was just poppin', poppin' shit and you just knew he was, knew that nigga was broke? Broke ass nigga Das Cap, talkin' online you get papped My young nigga keep a strap, drive with a strap on his lap Fuck postin' up in the trap I'm finna cop me a island, yeah, and put myself on the map Rich and it ain't 'cause of rap, yeah Bitch I ain't rentin', I hop in a Bentley, it ain't got no ceilin' You mad? Fuck ya' feelings Bitch I ain't rentin', I hop in a Bentley, it ain't got no ceilin' You mad? Fuck ya' feelings All of my niggas be wildin' (wildin') Stay with the cannon, the gang wildin' out Nigga don't talk about stylin' I stay with the drip, put it all in her mouth New coupe, it came with twin turbo Sendin' em bullets like Tony Romo Put that bitch on the syrup, it's slow-mo Pullin' off with the gang in a four door (skrt) Check, check, check, check, check, check, check it out, uh I'm with the static like radio, why do your pistol shoot vertical? Man, you niggas ain't shootin' at nobody man You niggas shootin' in air man SongtexteAll these niggas do is floss, flake, and beef through texts Man these niggas is hoes Niggas ain't gettin' no goddamn money man And das cap, these niggas ain't, these niggas ain't gettin' no fuckin' money Das Cap, talkin' online you get papped My young nigga keep a strap, drive with a strap on his lap Fuck postin' up in the trap I'm finna cop me a island, yeah, and put myself on the map Rich and it ain't 'cause of rap, yeah Bitch I ain't rentin', I hop in a Bentley, it ain't got no ceilin' You mad? Fuck ya' feelings Bitch I ain't rentin', I hop in a Bentley, it ain't got no ceilin' You mad? Fuck ya' feelings Okay, I'm tryna fuck a new bitch I'm tryna make a new flip, hittin' home runs like Chip, huh Yeah, fuck with a nigga (fuck it) Fuck with my money, we might have to cut us a nigga Ain't no debatin' with none of y'all niggas Twenty two diamonds, that shine in the picture Menthol, shorty blow dick like Newport (Newport) Hundred thousand dollars in the Jansport (Jansport) Stackin' money tall, make a camp fort Fuck it Man, man you know the world would be a lot more truthful if you had to pay a lie man You niggas be lyin' all day man Just talkin' for no reason Cappin' this, cappin' that, I don't understand that, you never capped on nothin' I'm the youngest nigga, I mean everything I say, I do what I say you feel me? Das Cap, talkin' online you get papped My young nigga keep a strap, drive with a strap on his lap Fuck postin' up in the trap I'm finna cop me a island, yeah, and put myself on the map Rich and it ain't 'cause of rap, yeah Bitch I ain't rentin', I hop in a Bentley, it ain't got no ceilin' You mad? Fuck ya' feelings Bitch I ain't rentin', I hop in a Bentley, it ain't got no ceilin' You mad? Fuck ya' feelings Hop in the Maybach, hop in the hop in the Maybach, yeah Hop in the Maybach, hop in the hop in the Maybach, yeah skrt Aus Songtexte Mania