paroles de chanson 19 - Doowop feat. G Herbo

Cap Or Die

I was nineteen, momma said I wasn't doing the right thing
Tote that FN like it was licensed
You know we don't do no fighting
Knife on a chopper and we slicing, yeah
And come get this bitch that your wifing
When she suck me up this bitch was trifling, yeah
I'm in LA more than I like it,
But I'm from Chiraq, I ball like I'm Mike then, yeah

I just spent a light ting, lil' bitch she lightskin
Take a [?] and told that lil' bitch, book a flight then
And she say she like twins, when I make [?]
Steady talking about her ex, I say "I'm nothing like him"
Niggas out here hating, I ain't nothing like them
Jumped in the water head first, that's a light swim
FN touch his head, that's a light trim
One phone call then he dead, sniper snipe him
Been through so much pain that a nigga numb
We just spent 10k on guns, we ain't pulling out one
We was running wild, used to do this shit for fun
You can't stand around if you ain't tryna tote no guns

I was nineteen, momma said I wasn't doing the right thing
Tote that FN like it's [?]
You know we don't do no fighting
Knife on a chopper and we slicing, yeah
And come get this bitch that your wifing
When she suck me up this bitch was trifling, yeah
I'm in LA more than like it,
But I'm from Chiraq, I ball like I'm Mike then, yeah

Jewellery box looks like motherfucking light then
Hurt a nigga literally, the bitch is biting
Hit up Saks cop shoes from Italy, I spent a light ten
Cash you dream of saving literally I mix the Sprite in
Did this shit my way, I'm far from average
See that shit attacking, I'm a sack savage
Roll up with that bag, I got back spasms
Then I'm back spazzing, still on my mouth magics
And I'm out here in Chiraq, it's still [?]
Got a .40 Glock filled with that heat to kill
You mind, we left off a ladder, still in traffic
Pull up "blap" everybody scatter,
Go through his sack, fill up his platter
We ain't really with that chitter chatter, wait, yeah it don't matter
I ain't ever been to college, I ain't no fratter, but I'm a Cappa
And I was driving, Cap was my clapper, bitch I'm a real Cappa
And all that talk out your mouth
About "Cap pull up", how that feel yapper?
Used to tripping for real, now I'm a real rapper
Might just go on one more hit and I'm gon' chill after
'Cause niggas do a lot of hoe shit
And I don't know how I feel about it
Every single thing I got tatted on
Me, pussy, you'll get killed about it
And the reason they jacking my style,
They love me 'cause everything real about it, bitch
Wop you know what's going on
I know I fuck with it, you with it, we get to that rápido
We riding with two, three of them bitches
But we can't be sloppy though
Late night I know you might still slide on em [?]
Make the opps fall like dominoes, 47 then vamonos
Fuck nigga I ain't with none of those
Never could I, I'm not one of those
Head held high like I'm one of the most
Filled out the hood, give em five hundred more
Everbody looking at me let's go
Whole gang depending on me, for sure