DAS CAP

Yeah, you ever looked at **** like, who was just poppin'?

Poppin' shit and you just knew it was

You knew that **** was broke

Broke-ass ****

Das cap

Talkin' online, you get papped

My young **** keep a strap

Drive with the 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 ceiling

You mad? Fuck your feelings

Bitch, I ain't rentin'

I hop in a Bentley, it ain't got no ceiling

You mad? Fuck your feelings

All of my **** be wildin'

Stay with the Cannon, the gang, Wild 'N Out

****, don't talk about stylin'

I stay with the drip, put it all in her mouth

New coupe, it came with twin turbo

Sendin' them bullets like Tony Romo

Put that bitch on the syrup, it's slow-mo

Pullin' off with the gang in a four door

Check, check, check, check

Check, check, check it out, uh

I'm with the static like Radio

Water, your pistol shoot vertical

Man, these **** ain't shootin' at nobody, man

You **** shootin' in the air, man

All these **** go is floss, flake, and beef through texts

Man, these **** is hoes

**** ain't gettin' no goddamn money, man

And das cap, these **** ain't

These **** ain't gettin' no fuckin' money

Das cap

Talkin' online, you get papped

My young **** keep a strap

Drive with the 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 ceiling

You mad? Fuck your feelings

Bitch, I ain't rentin'

I hop in a Bentley, it ain't got no ceiling

You mad? Fuck your feelings

Ok

Yeah, I'm tryna fuck on this bitch

I'm tryna make a new flip

Hittin' home runs like Chip, huh, yeah

Fuck with a ****

Fuck with my money, we might have to cut us a ****

Ain't no debatin' with none of y'all ****

Twenty two diamonds that shine in the picture

Menthol, shorty blow dick like Newport

Hundred thousand dollars in the Jansport

Stack the money tall, make a camp-fort

Fuck it

Man, you know the world would be a lot more truthful

If you had to pay to lie, man

These **** be lyin' out they ass, man

Just talkin' for no reason, cappin' this and cappin' that

I don't understand how you never capped on nothin'

I'm the youngest ****, I mean everything I say

I do what I say, you feel me?

Das cap

Talkin' online, you get papped

My young **** keep a strap

Drive with the 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 ceiling

You mad? Fuck your feelings

Bitch, I ain't rentin'

I hop in a Bentley, it ain't got no ceiling

You mad? Fuck your feelings

Hop in the Maybach

Hop in the, hop in the Maybach, yeah, yeah

Hop in the Maybach, yeah

Hop in the, hop in the Maybach, yeah, skrrt