Got a chance to decide, you either Tony or you Meech You can go out, guns blazin’, no indictments in the streets Still standin’ ten toes, they put my homies underneath Gon’ pass the gang to my son like we Romeo and PĪll this pill-poppin’ kept them demons on me in my sleep Get what I deserve, lately, I been goin’ on the streetĪin’t a homeless n#gg# on the curb hungrier than me Durb, I know he would want me on this beat Seen my uncle Mike servin’ Coca-Cola, whippin’ work They ain’t tryna hit the crib, them demons on there when they lurkĩ0’s baby, so I come from all the rollers and them churches 762s out the chopper, fold ’em like a shirt Lotta anger in me, it’s hard to control it when you hurt They call me Capalot ’cause I’ma bug, I’m known to go berserk Real soldier tryna let the world know that I was first
They get nominated for sh#t like I don’t spazz on every verse
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I’ve taught these lil’ n#gg#s how to vent status like Brady Mmm, ooh, mmm, mmm (Pull up with a few goons, they some loose screws Glocks blast, R.I.P.One of the newer reasons they gon’ speak on pain Part III - No More Parties ( jayygostupid!) Turn the beat up, turn the beat up, turn it Mmm, mmm Pop out, some killers at night time Grew up with some villians, we don't fight crimes Hope you peepin' the right side (Uh) Or they gon' be watchin' his lifeline I hate you, I love you, then it's fuck you, can't trust you True colors gon' bust through Relationships get hard and we all got one person we stuck to Shit fuckin' long, 'cause my bucks blue and my truck new Hell, nah, don't invite me to your function We'll light it up for nothin', keep a pipe, know how we comin' What's my age? I'm 1300 All this fame be hard to stomach from all that pain and all that sufferin' Like I got survivors guilt from my past, I'm always runnin', uh Glock Gen5, no safety and them shooters hot like KD Told God to "Grab my hand, I'm only gon' go as far as you take me" Know a closed mouth don't get fed, so I told him "Fuck you nigga, pay me" For the gang flag I'm a patriot, goin' G.O.A.T.
40 punch like a boxer, hit him up proper We don't need heat from the coppers Voices singin' like operas, wake his whole block up We give out shots like it's vodka I can teach you some shit, nigga, pay attention When I stepped in the game, they like "Wait a minute" Now it's mansions, man, we came from basement livin' I was trappin' and still had some cases pendin' Came a long way from stuck in that station sittin' He can't keep up with me, 'cause my payments different On the road with my demons, got Satan grinnin' Now we up on the opps, and they hate me winnin', bitch
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Part II - Whoopty See like, this shit really be easy to me like, I don't know, like You feel me? I do shit when I get bored, aight, you feel me? This rap shit just like second nature On bro, Lil' Capalot, man ( Pxcoyo killed this beat, bitch) Flukey, I heard he went out so flukey Just a non-factor, his ass was a goofy I'm from off Hudson, we do it for Gucci (Huh) Gucci, switch it up to the Prada or Louis Whole lotta clips for this chopper, no movie Like JT, bitch, I got a lil' Uzi (Uh) Hop out the Impala, swingin' his chopper We cook his noodles like pasta We gon' spin like a washer, wipe out his roster He gon' need God, fuck a doctor. Part I - Beat Box Lil' Capalot (Lil' Capalot), bitch (Bitch), haha (Haha) ( Damn E, this shit exclusive) On foenem, man, you know we in this bitch, ganged out Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang (Gang, gang) FN knock his head off, fuck the jakes, we sped off Dissin' on the 'net 'bout Ed and Lil Bit got his mans chalked We gon' take his life, bitch, that's how much dissin' the dead cost I put that lil' bag up on his wig, he got his dreads bought Tried to run, them bullets hawked him down, we left his legs crossed We can speak 'bout bitches or this money, don't do fed talk Hundreds on my wrist watch, AP make her lick cock In a mansion I bought mama, with my lil' sis' makin' TikToks Lil Jo let that stick pop, smokе opps out the ziplock We gon' leavе a brick shot, chase him out his flip-flops Catch him on the day, you play with us and get your bitch shot See them lights and take 'em on the chase, don't do no pitstops Too Turnt Gang, we drop the rakes, kill 'em, what my chopper say Fuck it, let that chopper spray, caught him snoozin', shot his face I was taught to get close on your man, don't shoot from blocks away I call my lil' killer, "What's the plan? Let's whack an opp today" Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, bitch (Bitch)
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