Capo

Yeah, huh
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Midas got a jugg)
Ha-ha-ha, I ain't doin' no playin' Jack, ya hear me?
Yeah, yeah, hrrah
Pow, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

I'm tired of him breathin', I'm takin' his breath (huh?)
Shoot to my right, my flag on the left (yeah-yeah)
I earned my stripes, but I'm not a ref
These niggas, they woke, they overslept, yeah

My bitch, she clutch because she a nurse
Whenever I'm down, she give me a Perc'
The police pull up, my gun in her purse (yeah)
The ops pull up, put him on a shirt (yeah, yeah)

Bitch, we came in this world, and we lookin' for murder
Knock yo' cap off, and it's word to Bobby Shmurda
Nigga watch yo' mouth, I would hate to have to hurt ya
You would kill off a Perc', but snitch when you sober

Man down in the street, man, this nigga tried to play me
I hit one in the head, but his gun's on safety
They askin' how I been, what I been feelin' lately
I got good aim in the pocket like I'm Brady

Can't speak on the shit I did to you
To be honest, them bullets wasn't meant for you (grrah)
I'm sorry that they hit you
Fuck that, spin again, shoot the friend too

See at first I was gon' stop and chill
Hell nah, how them hollows feel?
I'm independent, can't sign a deal
Won't sell out for a couple mil' (yeah, yeah)

Before you try to rob, hit yo' knees and pray to Buddha
Soon as you up it, Lil Trey gonna shoot ya
Remember I was young, and I used to be a hoopa
I got into guns, then I turned to the shoota

Knock off yo' head, call that a fuckin' train wreck
Bitch, close yo' legs, where the fuck is yo' brain at?
Wet a nigga block, make it look like we painted
Man, I used to struggle, now a nigga famous

I'm 16 with big dreams, I wanna be a star
I used to spend money on lil' things, now I want a car
Ayy, that Rollie or that Audemars, where do I start?
Man, this lean fuckin' up my tummy, makin' me fart

100 somethin' shots in the rental
My bitch, she bad like Kendall
I'm poppin' niggas like pimple (yeah-yeah)
I'm in her mouth, that's dental (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

We strapped up like a gay hoe, we kill niggas like Tadoe
We ruthless like Fredo, and love totin' Dracos
Mop a nigga with the .40, I'm a janitor
We smokin' on gas, that's cannabis
That's a lot in the Draco, I'm an animal
In Florida, chillin' in Panama

He said he want smoke, I hope that he ready
I put on my mask like Jason and Freddy
You soft as a bear, just like Teddy
I shoot him in the head, knock out his spaghetti, yeah

I'm tired of him breathin', I'm takin' his breath (huh?)
Shoot to my right, my flag on the left
I earned my stripes, but I'm not a ref
These niggas, they woke, they overslept, yeah

My bitch, she clutch because she a nurse
Whenever I'm down, she give me a Perc'
The police pull up, my gun in her purse
The opps pull up, put him on a shirt

Bitch, we came in this world, and we lookin' for murder
Knock yo' cap off, and it's word to Bobby Shmurda
Nigga watch yo' mouth, I would hate to have to hurt ya
You would kill off a Perc', but snitch when you sober

Man down in the street, man, this nigga tried to play me
I hit one in the head, but his gun's on safety
They askin' how I been, what I been feelin' lately
I got good aim in the pocket like I'm Brady



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Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Donald Bernard Bailey Jr.
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