Lyrics Tyler Cap - HitEmUpTy

Uh, uh, I'ma pop my shit
Uh, Uh, uh, I'ma pop my shit
Uh, Uh, I'ma pop my shit
Uh I'ma pop my shit
Ty Cap, he ain't fuckin' all these hoes he talkin' bout
Ty Cap, don't believe that shit that come up out his mouth
Ty Cap, he don't be outside, his ass be in the house
Man, Ty Cap, he don't even believe that shit that he be spittin' out
Man, y'all trippin', man, two days ago, I just had linked my eater
Man, she love it when she see me and she hate when I leave her
Be at my lowest in my own lane, sometimes I feel like Peter
I buy her Gucci and Chanel bags, she love the way I treat her

Shit, I coulda been a tight end from the way I'm havin' motion
Half these niggas, they be gay, I gotta keep my left eye open
Ty ass Cap, he don't got that blick for real, he don't be toting
Ty ass Cap act like he want that beef, he really don't want commotion
Man, y'all trippin', we was slidin' through they block and they don't know
Man, y'all trippin', coulda killed his ass, he was lackin' at that store
Man, y'all trippin', if I wanted to, I coulda upped that score
But I'm Cap, nah y'all trippin', man, y'all really just don't know
I told Frank to leave that hoe alone, she fuckin' on the opps
I don't want no cat her head good shit, I just want the top
Done upgraded, I got money now, ain't fuckin' on no bops
I'm the type where if that head trash, then shit, I'll tell her stop

I'll pull my mask down, once I shoot my blick, then that's the last sound
I get mad like, Cee, I might crash out, I shoot my last round
That one boy think he safe because we made that little boy pass town
Don't let us catch your bitch ass, boy, I promise you'll be in the ground