Fredo Bang - Cap A Lot lyrics
Fredrick Dewon Thomas Givens II
[Fredo Bang - Cap A Lot lyrics]
Yo b-Eazy, that's my slime
Yeah, these days, niggas like to cap a lot
(Cap a lot)
Bandana wrapped around the Glock
I call it 'Pac (Call it 'Pac)
Yeah, yeah
Take the murder rate and push it up a notch
Yeah, yeah, dissing in them songs what
Got your brother shot
Yeah, I got a gangsta' bitch
I make her fuck the opps (yeah, yeah)
'Cause when she fucking on ya
She gon' send the drop (yeah, yeah)
I slang iron, but I like to rap a lot, yeah
(Okay)
I got mob ties, just like Rap-a-Lot, yeah
I keep a stick, my heart cold, popsicle
(Poppa', poppa')
Hollow tips make a nigga do the Wiggle (yeah)
Catch your shooter, bend him up
We make him cripple (Skrr, skrr, bow, bow)
I dream of murder
Got a Glock under my pillow
I drop a bag and tell Osama, "Fuck it up"
(yeah, yeah)
Bullets hit the stomach, give him bubble guts
(yeah, yeah)
Niggas wanna try me but don't got the guts
(yeah, yeah)
'Cause they know talkin' fly can
Get your feathers plucked (yeah)
Grab the stick and burn
A nigga like chlamydia play with me
My shooters come and fuck the city up
(Fuck that nigga)
Rappers like to ride dick, tell 'em
"Giddy up" (Bitch)
Don't trust a bitch
Got my stick fuckin' on a slut
I been puttin' that iron on
Nigga's back since Bebo (Bebo)
This is not a Smith and Wesson, this a Draco
(This a Draco, bitch)
They say them niggas stacking
Bodies just like Legos
Take you out for the cream, that's a Maxo
These days, niggas like to cap a lot
These these days, niggas like to cap a lot
These these days, niggas like to cap a lot
These these days, niggas like to cap a lot
Cap a lot cap a lot
Cap a lot cap a lot
Yeah, these days, niggas like to cap a lot
(Cap a lot)
Bandana wrapped around the Glock
I call it 'Pac (Call it 'Pac)
Yeah, yeah
Take the murder rate and push it up a notch
Yeah, yeah, dissing in them songs what
Got your brother shot
Yeah, I got a gangsta' bitch
I make her fuck the opps (yeah, yeah)
'Cause when she fucking on ya
She gon' send the drop (yeah, yeah)
I slang iron, but I like to rap a lot, yeah
(Okay)
I got mob ties, just like Rap-a-Lot, yeah
I keep a stick, my heart cold, popsicle
(Poppa', poppa')
Hollow tips make a nigga do the Wiggle (yeah)
Catch your shooter, bend him up
We make him cripple (Skrr, skrr, bow, bow)
I dream of murder
Got a Glock under my pillow
I drop a bag and tell Osama, "Fuck it up"
(yeah, yeah)
Bullets hit the stomach, give him bubble guts
(yeah, yeah)
Niggas wanna try me but don't got the guts
(yeah, yeah)
'Cause they know talkin' fly can
Get your feathers plucked (yeah)
Grab the stick and burn
A nigga like chlamydia play with me
My shooters come and fuck the city up
(Fuck that nigga)
Rappers like to ride dick, tell 'em
"Giddy up" (Bitch)
Don't trust a bitch
Got my stick fuckin' on a slut
I been puttin' that iron on
Nigga's back since Bebo (Bebo)
This is not a Smith and Wesson, this a Draco
(This a Draco, bitch)
They say them niggas stacking
Bodies just like Legos
Take you out for the cream, that's a Maxo
These days, niggas like to cap a lot
These these days, niggas like to cap a lot
These these days, niggas like to cap a lot
These these days, niggas like to cap a lot
Cap a lot cap a lot
Cap a lot cap a lot