KAPTEIN

You created a fucking masterpiece, bro

If that song don't make you blow up, I swear I'm gonna be

Militant man, I'm vicious, I filled the bag with riches

Shit man, I can't talk to that boy, he a mixed-matched ****

It's a shame he can't make a hit, man

When I'm inside the club, I'm with three bad bitches

With friends, I'm chilling with six man

Soldier, the militant hit man, I make a

Bad boy, bad boy, bad boy, bad boy

Bad boy, bad boy, bad boy, bad boy

Bad

One shot from the choppa, leave 'em

Militant man, I'm vicious, I filled the bag with riches

Shit man, I can't talk to that boy, he a mixed-matched ****

It's a shame he can't make a hit, man (Whoa)

When I'm inside the club, I'm with three bad bitches

With friends, I'm chilling with six man

Soldier, the militant hit man, I make a hit, it's a big bang (Whoa)

She kinda bad and she fly, and she Afrikaans, she call me a kaptein

I mixed her up with her friend, her name was Chantelle

I thought it was Chanté (Whoa)

I made it onto the field, I used to be mid, they calling me Kanté

They caught me shooting at Shell

And they asked me why, I said, "cause I'm gas, man"

Mhm, call me the militant man

I fuck up a beat when I land it

Even though I made the parts and the plans (Parts and plans)

You cannot stay broke to the mall at the movies

Just check out my diamonds, they dance

Mhm, my shit cost me a lot, your shit cost two hundred rands

Mhm, my life was saggin' real low, I had to pick up my pants

Mhm, I never talked to your hoe, wouldn't even give her a chance

Mhm, I'm on your TV with snow, fuck up a stream when I land

Yuh, soldier man, put you to sleep, shit just got realer than grand

Huh, I'm getting bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger

Brother, you're not that ****

You're talking about money, you don't got sinkwa

I find it so funny that you call her "Mami,"

And I call her to link up (Damn)

She gave me brain and that's how I found

She's not a bad thinker (Whoa)

You're just a hater, eish, chief, I left your maddie in pieces (Whoa)

Hop on the stage, and I start a problem, they want a thesis (Whoa)

Fuck with the army, they right behind me, try me, you'll peep it

(inaudible) I'm buying the tank

(inaudible) at the front of the Jeep it

Militant man, I'm vicious, I filled the bag with riches (Yeah)

Shit man, I can't talk to that boy, he a mixed-matched guy

It's a shame he can't make a hit, man

When I'm inside the club, I'm with three bad bitches

With friends, I'm chilling with six man

Soldier, the militant hit man, I make a hit, it's a big bang (Whoa)

She kinda bad and she fly, and she Afrikaans, she calls me a kaptein

I mixed her up with her friend

Her name was Chantelle, I thought it was Chanté

I made it onto the field, I used to be mid, they calling me Kanté

They caught me shooting at Shell

They asked me why, I said, "cause I'm gas, man"