DooWop, Lil Uzi Vert - Cap Flow lyrics
Lil Uzi Vert [Symere Bysil Woods] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DooWop, Lil Uzi Vert - Cap Flow lyrics]
Uh
Gucci, Gosha, she fill my Ghost
I'ma get that mula (Ghost, grrah)
Wop my brother, got loyalty
Ain’t gotta pay my shooter (Mula, DooWop)
I was in the 'Raq off flats
Just watch the way that I boot up
(Chiraq, no cap)
Glo-d up on a broke boy, just
Watch the way that you lose, uh
(Gang) put a hole in a broke boy
So big look like a hoola (Heavy)
Now I'm gettin’ money, tryna be my
Mans, look at him like, "Who ya?"
(It's envy)
No, you ain't really with the shit's
I could just see right through ya
(Broke boy, bitch)
No, no, you can't hang with the gang
Weenie Hut Junior (Bitch, broke boy)
Yes, I'ma boss, I'ma floss
Sing to her, Vandross, i feel like Luther
(Hear me)
Get in the club with the 40 on the Moss'
I swear my gun is too tough (Okay)
I was just with your bitch, made
Her eat my two nuts, yeah
(Bitch)
All the opps mad 'cause we getting this
Guap, they can’t believe we blew up, uh
(150) we don’t know them, uh
But best believe they knew us, uh
I was in the drop and I'm off this cap
I had to pour up like two cups (Skrrt, cap)
Had to get on a flight to Madagascar
And them niggas still can’t move us
(Skrrt, talk to 'em, bitch)
Let me hit him, bro
I don't care if he sue us (Bitch)
Nah, you ain't even gotta hit him bro
That’s the reason I'm your shooter
(150, woo) nigga, I was really in the field
It was either stay in the house or suit up
(150, grrah) me and DooWop in LA and we
Made a duet on a cougar (On Cap)
Now I'm in the hills just poppin' them
Pills so I'm coolin' like a cooler
(150, woo)
VVS diamonds hit off the Raf Simons, man
Shoutout to my jeweler (Avi')
Your lil bitch got brain
Now she smarter than a tutor
(Brain, got brain)
Her top game insane, oblongata her medulla
(Insane, brain, insane)
But we don't chase hoes
All we chase is this damn mula (Guap)
I'm still in the trap and my boys sell packs
That's the way that we still maneuver
(That's money) clip long as a ruler
FN got a cooler (Lil Uzi, yeah)
TEC-9, it'll juke ya
Been had choppers, bitch
This ain't new to us (Ayy, ayy)
Not from Dubai but my chopper
I'll shoot it up (Bitch, ayy)
We aim at your mind and you
Probably could lose your luck (Ayy, ayy)
You niggas bitches
You really ain't shootin' nothin'
I fucked on this bitch and
I wetted her coochie up (Wet)
You niggas' diamonds ain't doin'
No stupid stuff told that lil goofy
"Just give all this goofy up"
Hundred-round clips
They talkin' no movie stunt (Frrah-frrah)
Your life is too borin'
That mean that your movie suck
We been gettin' money
This shit ain't new to us
I got the dreads with the Boosie cut (Woo)
Might just go shoot up your funeral
My niggas soldiers
They said you ain't losing us
Put some little money on his head
(Head, brrt) we do the shootin'
Ain't no niggas shootin' us (Hello?)
I had to pour up some red (Red)
Pass through the 'Raq and the
Bitches be choosin' us (yeah, so, bitch)
Uh wop, Wop, Wop
Lil Uzi, yeah uh, 150, 150
150, 150, that's YSL-150-GBE, bitch, uh
That's 150-YSL-GBE, bitch, uh yeah
Gucci, Gosha, she fill my Ghost
I'ma get that mula (Ghost, grrah)
Wop my brother, got loyalty
Ain’t gotta pay my shooter (Mula, DooWop)
I was in the 'Raq off flats
Just watch the way that I boot up
(Chiraq, no cap)
Glo-d up on a broke boy, just
Watch the way that you lose, uh
(Gang) put a hole in a broke boy
So big look like a hoola (Heavy)
Now I'm gettin’ money, tryna be my
Mans, look at him like, "Who ya?"
(It's envy)
No, you ain't really with the shit's
I could just see right through ya
(Broke boy, bitch)
No, no, you can't hang with the gang
Weenie Hut Junior (Bitch, broke boy)
Yes, I'ma boss, I'ma floss
Sing to her, Vandross, i feel like Luther
(Hear me)
Get in the club with the 40 on the Moss'
I swear my gun is too tough (Okay)
I was just with your bitch, made
Her eat my two nuts, yeah
(Bitch)
All the opps mad 'cause we getting this
Guap, they can’t believe we blew up, uh
(150) we don’t know them, uh
But best believe they knew us, uh
I was in the drop and I'm off this cap
I had to pour up like two cups (Skrrt, cap)
Had to get on a flight to Madagascar
And them niggas still can’t move us
(Skrrt, talk to 'em, bitch)
Let me hit him, bro
I don't care if he sue us (Bitch)
Nah, you ain't even gotta hit him bro
That’s the reason I'm your shooter
(150, woo) nigga, I was really in the field
It was either stay in the house or suit up
(150, grrah) me and DooWop in LA and we
Made a duet on a cougar (On Cap)
Now I'm in the hills just poppin' them
Pills so I'm coolin' like a cooler
(150, woo)
VVS diamonds hit off the Raf Simons, man
Shoutout to my jeweler (Avi')
Your lil bitch got brain
Now she smarter than a tutor
(Brain, got brain)
Her top game insane, oblongata her medulla
(Insane, brain, insane)
But we don't chase hoes
All we chase is this damn mula (Guap)
I'm still in the trap and my boys sell packs
That's the way that we still maneuver
(That's money) clip long as a ruler
FN got a cooler (Lil Uzi, yeah)
TEC-9, it'll juke ya
Been had choppers, bitch
This ain't new to us (Ayy, ayy)
Not from Dubai but my chopper
I'll shoot it up (Bitch, ayy)
We aim at your mind and you
Probably could lose your luck (Ayy, ayy)
You niggas bitches
You really ain't shootin' nothin'
I fucked on this bitch and
I wetted her coochie up (Wet)
You niggas' diamonds ain't doin'
No stupid stuff told that lil goofy
"Just give all this goofy up"
Hundred-round clips
They talkin' no movie stunt (Frrah-frrah)
Your life is too borin'
That mean that your movie suck
We been gettin' money
This shit ain't new to us
I got the dreads with the Boosie cut (Woo)
Might just go shoot up your funeral
My niggas soldiers
They said you ain't losing us
Put some little money on his head
(Head, brrt) we do the shootin'
Ain't no niggas shootin' us (Hello?)
I had to pour up some red (Red)
Pass through the 'Raq and the
Bitches be choosin' us (yeah, so, bitch)
Uh wop, Wop, Wop
Lil Uzi, yeah uh, 150, 150
150, 150, that's YSL-150-GBE, bitch, uh
That's 150-YSL-GBE, bitch, uh yeah