Cap Rappers Jay5ive

[Intro]
Fx, turn that shit up
Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom
Nigga, no more free 5ive, nigga (Free G, nigga)
Grrah, let me get in my— (Eli)
Ah (Weldon, Neaky), ah, ah, ah

[Chorus]
Ain't gon' cap, I lost bro, I was sick
Got in my stance, but the Ds made me sit
It ain't a block that I ain't take a trip
I'm known for at least seventeen if I flick
Bro, who movin' weird in that whip?
Bro, I'm not the one they should diss
No, "5ive, could you think 'bout your kid?"
Bro, I be forgettin' I'm lit
He seen my dreads out the ski, then he dipped
He seen the way that I moved on the strip
Don't wanna beef if you don't got a sitch
Never care about rap, rather shoot who's on fifth
I pray to God 'fore I empty my clip
I pray to God 'fore I get on the Nick
Shot after shot tryna make me a spliff
Bro, I hope I don't hit a kid

[Verse]
This ain't no shit that you normally beef 'bout
Bro, what do that be 'bout?
I'm on the Woo, word to bro, had to reroute
M Row keep runnin' while I got my heat out
Bro, I think that I got my G out
Flock, I think that we brung the Ds out
Shots, brodie, we flarin' the scene now
Dropped, I think we made a new spli' now
I'm on the back of that block gettin' crafty, active
Word to my deads, don't get put in that—
Word to my deads, don't end up in that casket
We bringin' shots to his door like a package
I throw the beam on his back if he run
Drako keep runnin', see who run the fastest
Like, no, we don't play for the Mavericks
And tell DudeyLo his pops get me the smackest
Word to bro, I been totin' my gun
Citizen app tryna say what I do
Get on that block when I get to creepin'
I yell out, "Sweep," when I'm on the Woo
He yell out, "Pah," and that nigga flew
I knew shit was real, seen Notti on the news
And I Notti Bop while totin' on my tool
And I shake my shoulder when I'm spinnin' Drew
Paco Gz, I'm lookin' for you
Niggas switchin' they sets, I'm gettin' confused
Brazy, Boogz, Trey Burke too
[Oowoo?] was Makkin', now he jackin' who?
I get to flickin', the gun, it won't break
[Oowoo?] was Makkin', that nigga turned Ape
Flare at that block, tryna jump over gates
Catch him, we put the gun to his face
Blast him, Boogz got a shot on his face
Drag him, brodie, he can't get away
Pack him, we tryna send him to Ray
Clap him, we tryna do him like Caine
Shoot him, we tryna do him like Trey
Mikey, how could you run on your gang?
Eli, he put the pole to his brain
Mel Mel, nigga, that's suicide pain