Captain Crunch (feat. Babyface Ray)

Yeah

Pussy **** said he gon' kill me

I don't give a fuck, I was gon' die anyway

Tell ya, yeah, yeah

Talk about them P's (P's)

Got a bunch, ****

Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, ****

40 on the wrist, colored diamonds, Captain Crunch, ****

Oh you sipping on Tris

We sipping Wock, dumb ****

Got it out the bricks, yeah

Fuck **** (Fuck ****, fuck ****)

If you said it's up little ****, then you know it's up with you

Best believe we gon' find your bitch ass, **** I'm gon' get up with you (We nuts)

If we come, we gon' bust at you

Fuck a bitch, fuck 12, little ****, I don't need no cuffs, **** (Cuffs)

Politickin' and pimpin' in that Vette, leave a hater in the dust, **** (Skrrt)

Takin' all your shit and my chains, that's snow on the bluff, **** (Yeah)

Now get up outta here

Yeah aight, I'ma fuck with ya

Don't be reaching for my chain

You know we pop **** (Bitch)

Call us backwood gang (Why?)

Because my opps in it

Open up that closet, yeah

I got big mop in it (They poppin')

They don't buy no drink from me

'Cause I rerock ****

Fuck ****, we can shoot a box (Yeah)

You know we punch **** (****)

Every time we see y'all out, we eat, y'all **** lunch menus

8 of Wock in my cream soda (That Wock)

It ain't no cut in it (Uh-uh)

Play with mine, you gonna die today right now, come try your luck, ****

I'll give a goofy all headshots, like is you dumb or naw

You sink **** won't front me no more bags

'Cause I be running off (Fuck 'em)

Bust a Cuban and a rose gold Presi blown, yeah, that's a 100 ball (Yes)

Fuck the stage, I ain't doing no more shows unless my gun involved, ****

Talk about them P's (P's)

Got a bunch, ****

Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, ****

40 on the wrist, colored diamonds, Captain Crunch, ****

Oh you sipping on Tris

We sipping Wock, dumb ****

Got it out the bricks, yeah

Fuck **** (Fuck ****, fuck ****)

If you said it's up little ****, then you know it's up with you (You know it's up, then)

Best believe we gon' find your bitch ass, **** I'm gon' get up with you (We nuts)

If we come, we gon' bust at you (Mount up!)

Tripping off the red with Trippie Redd

Vezz keep counting up blues (Okay)

You already dead

If me and my mans get to walking up to you (Bye)

Like a bitch give me head, her and her friends, yeah, they about to do it

If you ain't got no bands, I'm just saying, don't talk to me 'bout no music

All my clothes exclusive

Spin move your hoe, elusive

Put the dope on the road, that's lucrative

Then make it back home, secluded

Up big fast, shoot it

I'm big five, boolin'

Tell a bitch be quiet, the rudest

Shut your ass up, mute it (Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)

My trap jump, groovin' (Huh)

Pass me that cup

Pass me that blunt

Pass me that gun, Scuba

Racking it up, is you packing or what? Who backing me up?

The whoopers, the apes, the shooters

The Dracs, we use them

We hate computers

Talk about them P's (P's)

Got a bunch, ****

Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, ****

40 on the wrist, colored diamonds, Captain Crunch, ****

Oh you sipping on Tris

We sipping Wock, dumb ****

Got it out the bricks, yeah

Fuck **** (Fuck ****, fuck ****)

If you said it's up little ****, then you know it's up with you

Best believe we gon' find your bitch ass, **** I'm gon' get up with you (We nuts)

If we come, we gon' bust at you

Yeah, I ain't drinking no Tris (Nah)

I don't fuck with no snitch (Nah)

You a broke-ass, lame ****

I ain't touching your bitch

I'm humble, I ain't soft ****

Have your ass go blitz

Used to pray for a whole thing

Keep one on my wrist (Everyday)

D to the O, me and Trippie Redd

Actavis, baby, I'm sipping red

Got my advance from dealing meds

Bro rock Yeezy in the feds

Trappin' ain't dead, these **** scared (Yeah, that's crazy)

My **** trained to go

Fuck my bitch, fuck my bitch best friend

I'ma just blame the dope

Police came, hit the lights on me

Turn Usain and bolt

Can't believe they let me in the game, skeetin' a famous hoe

Cuban links, diamonds full of pointers, I don't do chains with ropes

Talk about them P's (P's)

Got a bunch, ****

Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, ****

40 on the wrist, colored diamonds, Captain Crunch, ****

Oh you sipping on Tris

We sipping Wock, dumb ****

Got it out the bricks, yeah

Fuck **** (Fuck ****, fuck ****)

If you said it's up little ****, then you know it's up with you

Best believe we gon' find your bitch ass, **** I'm gon' get up with you (We nuts)

If we come, we gon' bust at you