Capri-Sun AJ Tracey (Ft. Chip)

[Hook: AJ Tracey]
Walk in the stu, then I turn the Mac on
Handed the ting to my runner like a baton
Always got my hood up, or I got a hat on
Spurs v.s. anyone, man'll put a bag on
Capri-Sun, boy, yeah, I got the juice
You can't war with man cuh' you'll lose
Now I've got sponsors nicing man shoes
Mandem are next to make your man snooze

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
Meeting at nine, but I'm gonna sleep late
I be spinning clubs, suttun like a DJ
Now I'm getting dough, so I'm tryna eat great
Leader of the gang, call a brother TJ
Run a man down, call a brother Piqué
Still up in the Grove, call a man CJ
I was with Wiley stirring up a heatwave
If a chick's got a mad back get a replay, yeah
Bro, I'm on a mad one
If I'm heading up to Brum, I holla SafOne
I got a brother who don't even have an Apple ID
That will hold his finger down until the Mac's done
Yeah they wanna talk loads, it's a minor
Cuh' they're stuck up in a hole like a miner
I cut them off with an axe like a miner
Bangs having them look like a hit from Desiigner, mad
My man are on gangster behavior
Couple teefs wanna run with my flavour
If we're doing well in West, then salute me
I put niggas back up on the map, I'm the saviour
Bros with the razor
Looking like COD, strapped with a lazer
If you had faith, ask for a favour
Did it on my own, I ain't signed to a major