Текст песни Long Live Capo - Boog 100

In New York
Me and boog
Like the Knicks like the nets like the jets
Bird

Shoot that motherfucker

I'm in New York like the Knicks
New York like the nets
Fuck the law I like to up that stick for the diamonds on yo neck gimme that
Code red on his head this a full court press Huh
Fuck who dead
Bust his head
Then I'm like who next

Fuck who dead
I'm tripping off the meds
Free ace up out the feds
We slept the floor cuz we ain't have a bed

Yo man you ever get the feeling you was being watched

I know you gone trip when I triple my cup and you call me a addict
Then ima jump
Black Ferrari spider come out the cut
Ba ba baa Tweaking Baa

Two hundred round drum then I hit the switch Night night
Aye walk down where he from Draw down with yo blick
It's copesthetic
Can't shoot no one on one up top with that stick
When my niggas gone go bust they gun when they get that itch
Take the risk we don't care bout nun
Booted off g6
In that mix they gone catch for some he get stretched for some

High speed hit the gas on all un marked cars
He thought it was twelve but it was some robbers gimme that
Grew up a screw up feel like L
They caught him at the light put eighty slugs inside his car
Hunnid baa
Woah

Chase him down he won't get far no way
Fully stick
Forty five round AR ba ba baa
Kill too quick boog gone walk down with that scar
He get zipped
We killing out them stolen cars
He get zipped Huh
Leave the club I peel off with a stolen broad
Huh
Drop a dub I bet his ass be gone tomorrow
Forever Long live Cap
My nigga gone to God
Just keep that shit on wax I send that murder squad
Say that I want everything whacked and they gone go to hard
Straight go up top his head get tapped and fall back on that yard