Full Time Cappers G-Eazy (Ft. Ant Clemons, French Montana & Moneybagg Yo)

[Intro]
(Welcome to 1st Class)
G-Eazy, what up?
From the Bay to the universe
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

[Chorus: French Montana]
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain't practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress
We don't fuck with full time cappers
We don't fuck with full time cappers

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, bitch? You sound stupid, you sound childish
I might pull up in that classic 1965 low mileage
Slimane should be my stylist, mixin' new Celine with Palace
Drink liquor all night, green juice all day, life's all about balance, listen (Yee)
Think before you talk, there might just be some goons around us (Ayy)
You trippin' and tonight you gon' find out how wild the town is (Be cool)
And everything's not fiction, it ain't nothing fake about us
Been searching for my hot girl, I told Megan bring some Stallions (Yee)
At fashion week Milan, I'm out here snatching these Italians (Ayy)
Don't drop the ball, the only thing I drop is Platinum albums (What else?)
Drop ex hoes, drop bad habits, drop fire shit, still drop acid
Drop a pin, I'm pulling up like 'bam-bam' all on your mattress