Murda Beatz, Skooly, 2 Chainz - Cappin’ N Shit lyrics
Tauheed Epps
[Murda Beatz, Skooly, 2 Chainz - Cappin’ N Shit lyrics]
Yeah, woah, yeah, yeah
I'm overlapping this shit costa Nostra
The don nigga m-m-m-murda
Couldn't be getting no money
Stop all that cappin' and shit
Show you boys how to get money
It's different brackets to this
Look at my Balmain zippers
Check out my jackets and shit
Pimpin' immaculate bitch
Back at the lab with this shit
Back to the trap with this shit
Back to the trap with a brick
Heard they sleepin' on me no pillow
They takin' naps in this bitch
Sleep on the block, we on the block
You know we tweak on the block
It ain't no problem, we come from the bottom
You know we sleep on the top (woah)
My brother took a lil' L
He put the re with the rock
I put the lean in the pop
Can't tell your knees suck (hah)
I make it rain on the floor
Might just need you a mop
Word to my wrist I come from the
Shitty I promise to shine I'mma glisten
Show 'em my ass, 200 my dash
Someone been racin' the engine
I come with a case of them bitches
They know I'm dog, I'm not kitten
I whip up that cut like a pigeon
They told 'em to stay in the kitchen
Couldn't be getting no money
Stop all that cappin' and shit
Show you boys how to get money
It's different brackets to this
Look at my Balmain zippers
Check out my jackets and shit
Pimpin' immaculate bitch
Back at the lab with this shit
Back in the back of the Bach
Back to the lab with the yam
For dinner, I gave her a Percocet
For breakfast I gave her a Xan
I used to want a trans-am I
Used to want a Camaro
Puerto Rican Johnny had the birds
I kept my eyes on the sparrow
You keep your eyes on the barrel
I keep it aimed right at you
I throw the pain right at you
I throw a chain right at you
Walk into the strip club bitch and I
Throw some rain right at ya
Treat the trap just like a old man
And I throw some cane right at ya
I throw some weed right at ya
I throw some lean right at ya
I throw some 'preme right at ya
See I fuck Celiné right at ya
Forgive me, Lord, I ain't seen the pastor
I smoke the tree the fastest
I get the cheese the fastest
Couldn't be getting no money
Stop all that cappin' and shit
Show you boys how to get money
It's different brackets to this
Look at my Balmain zippers
Check out my jackets and shit
Pimpin' immaculate bitch
Back at the lab with this shit
I'm overlapping this shit costa Nostra
The don nigga m-m-m-murda
Couldn't be getting no money
Stop all that cappin' and shit
Show you boys how to get money
It's different brackets to this
Look at my Balmain zippers
Check out my jackets and shit
Pimpin' immaculate bitch
Back at the lab with this shit
Back to the trap with this shit
Back to the trap with a brick
Heard they sleepin' on me no pillow
They takin' naps in this bitch
Sleep on the block, we on the block
You know we tweak on the block
It ain't no problem, we come from the bottom
You know we sleep on the top (woah)
My brother took a lil' L
He put the re with the rock
I put the lean in the pop
Can't tell your knees suck (hah)
I make it rain on the floor
Might just need you a mop
Word to my wrist I come from the
Shitty I promise to shine I'mma glisten
Show 'em my ass, 200 my dash
Someone been racin' the engine
I come with a case of them bitches
They know I'm dog, I'm not kitten
I whip up that cut like a pigeon
They told 'em to stay in the kitchen
Couldn't be getting no money
Stop all that cappin' and shit
Show you boys how to get money
It's different brackets to this
Look at my Balmain zippers
Check out my jackets and shit
Pimpin' immaculate bitch
Back at the lab with this shit
Back in the back of the Bach
Back to the lab with the yam
For dinner, I gave her a Percocet
For breakfast I gave her a Xan
I used to want a trans-am I
Used to want a Camaro
Puerto Rican Johnny had the birds
I kept my eyes on the sparrow
You keep your eyes on the barrel
I keep it aimed right at you
I throw the pain right at you
I throw a chain right at you
Walk into the strip club bitch and I
Throw some rain right at ya
Treat the trap just like a old man
And I throw some cane right at ya
I throw some weed right at ya
I throw some lean right at ya
I throw some 'preme right at ya
See I fuck Celiné right at ya
Forgive me, Lord, I ain't seen the pastor
I smoke the tree the fastest
I get the cheese the fastest
Couldn't be getting no money
Stop all that cappin' and shit
Show you boys how to get money
It's different brackets to this
Look at my Balmain zippers
Check out my jackets and shit
Pimpin' immaculate bitch
Back at the lab with this shit
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