Captain Crunch
Redd, Trippie feat. Sada Baby, Babyface Ray, Icewear Vezzo
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Yeah
He gon' kill me
Hmm, I don't give a fuck, I'm gon' die anyway, ha-ha
Tell ya, yeah, yeah
Talk about them P's (P's), got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the mornin', brush my teeth and grab my gun
40 on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch
Oh, you sippin' on Tris, we sippin' Wock', ha
Got it out the bricks, yeah
If you said it's up, lil' nigga then know it's up wit' ya (up)
Best believe we gon' find your bitch ass, nigga, I'm gon' get up wit' ya
We nuts, if we come (bah), we gon' bust at ya (bah)
12, lil' nigga, I don't need no cuffs
Politicin' and pimpin' in that 'Vette, leave a hater in the dust
Takin' all your s-, in my chain (yeah), that's Snow on tha Bluff
Now get up outta here (ha), yeah, aight (yeah), I'ma fuck wit' ya
Don't be reachin' for my chain, huh, you know we pop nigga
Call this Backwood, "Gang", why? Because my opps in it (ha-ha-ha)
Open up that closet, yeah, I got big mop in it (that mop)
They don't buy no drank from me, huh, 'cause I re-rock, nigga (Iced Up Records)
We could shoot or box (yeah), you know we punch nigga
Every time we see y'all out, we eat y'all nigga lunch menus (y'all nigga lunch)
Eight of Wock' in my cream soda (that Wock'), it ain't no cut in it (uh-uh)
Play with mine, you gon' die today, right now, come try your luck, nigga
Give a goofy all headshots, like is you dumb or nah?
You sink nigga won't front me no more bags 'cause I be runnin' off (fuck 'em)
Bust Cuban and rose-gold Presi' blown, yeah that's a hundred ball (yeah)
Fuck the stage, I ain't doin' no more shows unless my gun involved
Talk about them P's (P's), got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the mornin', brush my teeth and grab my gun
40 on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch
Oh, you sippin' on Tris, we sippin' Wock', ha
Got it out the bricks, yeah
If you said it's up, lil' nigga then know it's up wit' ya (up)
Best believe we gon' find your bitch ass, nigga, I'm gon' get up wit' ya
We nuts, if we come (bah), we gon' bust at ya (bah)
Trippin' off the red with Trippie Redd, Vezz' keep countin' up blues (okay)
You already dead if me and my mans get to walkin' up to you (bang)
Make a bitch gave me head, her and her friends, yeah, they 'bout to do it
If you ain't got no bands, I'm just sayin', don't talk to me 'bout no music (ah, ah)
Ooh, all my clothes exclusive, spin move your ho, elusive
Put the dope on the road, that's lucrative, then make it back home, it's secluded (gang)
Up big five, shoot it (gang), I'm big fire, boolin' (gang)
Tell a bitch, "Be quiet", the rudest, shut your ass up, mute it (okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
My trap jumpin', groovin, huh
Pass me that cup, pass me that blunt, pass me that gun (Skuba), huh
Rackin' it up, is you packin' or what? Who baggin' me up? The whoopers?
The apes, the shooters (ha)
The Dracs, we use 'em (ha)
We hate computers (ha, ha, ha)
Talk about them P's (P's), got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the mornin', brush my teeth and grab my gun
40 on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch
Oh, you sippin' on Tris, we sippin' Wock', ha
Got it out the bricks, yeah
If you said it's up, lil' nigga then know it's up wit' ya (up)
Best believe we gon' find your bitch ass, nigga, I'm gon' get up wit' ya
We nuts, if we come (bah), we gon' bust at ya (bah)
I ain't drinkin' no Tris (nah), I don't fuck with no snitch (nah)
You a broke ass lame nigga I ain't touchin' yo' bitch
I'm humble, I ain't soft, nigga, have yo' ass go blitz (go get it)
Used to pray for a whole thing, keep one on my wrist (every day)
D to the O, me and Trippie Redd (yeah)
Actavis, baby, I'm sippin' red (yeah)
Got my advance from dealin' meds (got my advance from dealin')
Bro rock Yeezy in the feds (yeah)
Trappin' ain't dead, these nigga scared (that's crazy)
Yeah, my niggas trained to go
Fuck best friend, I'ma just blame the dope
Police came, hit the lights on me, turn to Usain and bolt
Can't believe they let me in the game, skeetin' a famous ho (famous ho)
Cuban links, diamonds full of pointers, I don't do chains with ropes (mm-mm)
Talk about them P's (P's), got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the mornin', brush my teeth and grab my gun (my gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch
Oh, you sippin' on Tris, we sippin' Wock', ha (don't)
Got it out the bricks, yeah
If you said it's up, lil' nigga then know it's up wit' ya (up)
Best believe we gon' find your bitch ass, nigga, I'm gon' get up wit' ya
We nuts, if we come (bah), we gon' bust at ya (bah)