
DAS CAP Lil Yachty
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[Intro]
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
[Chorus]
Thas 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
[Verse 1]
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?
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
[Chorus]
Thas 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
[Verse 1]
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?
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