Speaking in capanese pussy ass asians
I heard too much cap so I need a translation
I saw them switching I knew they were hating
Got tired of f*cking now they masturbating
Couldn't keep up with the pace so they blaming
Keep talking behind I still heard what they saying
They wanted it all they were fake
Hitting it raw I shoot straight in they face
Back in the city I rep they were tripping
Im calling em racist cause they wouldn't listen
Had to switch up the city went to Portland like Pippen
Yeah turnt to a demon double up now I'm sipping
Whenever I leave they still trying to f*ck
Keep my name in the sentence keep bringing me up
I had 500 they left me on read
Now I doubled the profit they asking for bread
Everywhere I go I gotta flex
Baby call me thugger cause I always want sex
Made it up to III now they asking what's next
Told her less with talking go and give me more head
Double down on my deeds so I'm clean I ain't dirty
The ship always rocking but I keep it sturdy
All dem hoes hella thirsty for clout go price the amount
I'm flashing my wrist gonna make it buss down
When I step in the room everybody go look
Money like mayweather don't need a hook
3 years been trapping that's all that it took
Call it KBBQ way that I cook
Didn't know it was like that but she's slatty
She pushing her p yeah my baby a slut
Asking for help I can't do it no more
Cause a beggar can't choose and you know I ain't poor
I don't wanna live
I just wanna get lit
Wouldn't let me in
Because that shit too strict
Put in my sneaker
And I still won't slip
Couldn't have em with me
I knew one day they would snitch
Ice on a bezzle
They know I'm cold hearted
I ain't a Christian
My cross is chrome hearted
I ain't gon switch up
I know where I started
Made it to 23
Feel like I'm Jordan
I go with soju
Homie like bacardi
Rick owen boots
Now I feel like I'm carti
Trap with my boys
Always going retarded
Got different forms
I'm in shape call me harden
Stick with it I'm the first pick
Roll up a spliff and then go take a hit
Homies be repping like 2 or 3 kits
That's the type of shit make a grown man f*cking sick
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Speaking in capanese pussy ass asians
I heard too much cap so I need a translation
I saw them switching I knew they were hating
Got tired of f*cking now they masturbating
Couldn't keep up with the pace so they blaming
Keep talking behind I still heard what they saying
They wanted it all they were fake
Hitting it raw I shoot straight in they face
Back in the city I rep they were tripping
Im calling em racist cause they wouldn't listen
Had to switch up the city went to Portland like Pippen
Yeah turnt to a demon double up now I'm sipping
Whenever I leave they still trying to f*ck
Keep my name in the sentence keep bringing me up
I had 500 they left me on read
Now I doubled the profit they asking for bread
Everywhere I go I gotta flex
Baby call me thugger cause I always want sex
Made it up to III now they asking what's next
Told her less with talking go and give me more head
Double down on my deeds so I'm clean I ain't dirty
The ship always rocking but I keep it sturdy
All dem hoes hella thirsty for clout go price the amount
I'm flashing my wrist gonna make it buss down
When I step in the room everybody go look
Money like mayweather don't need a hook
3 years been trapping that's all that it took
Call it KBBQ way that I cook
Didn't know it was like that but she's slatty
She pushing her p yeah my baby a slut
Asking for help I can't do it no more
Cause a beggar can't choose and you know I ain't poor
I don't wanna live
I just wanna get lit
Wouldn't let me in
Because that shit too strict
Put in my sneaker
And I still won't slip
Couldn't have em with me
I knew one day they would snitch
Ice on a bezzle
They know I'm cold hearted
I ain't a Christian
My cross is chrome hearted
I ain't gon switch up
I know where I started
Made it to 23
Feel like I'm Jordan
I go with soju
Homie like bacardi
Rick owen boots
Now I feel like I'm carti
Trap with my boys
Always going retarded
Got different forms
I'm in shape call me harden
Stick with it I'm the first pick
Roll up a spliff and then go take a hit
Homies be repping like 2 or 3 kits
That's the type of shit make a grown man f*cking sick
I heard too much cap so I need a translation
I saw them switching I knew they were hating
Got tired of f*cking now they masturbating
Couldn't keep up with the pace so they blaming
Keep talking behind I still heard what they saying
They wanted it all they were fake
Hitting it raw I shoot straight in they face
Back in the city I rep they were tripping
Im calling em racist cause they wouldn't listen
Had to switch up the city went to Portland like Pippen
Yeah turnt to a demon double up now I'm sipping
Whenever I leave they still trying to f*ck
Keep my name in the sentence keep bringing me up
I had 500 they left me on read
Now I doubled the profit they asking for bread
Everywhere I go I gotta flex
Baby call me thugger cause I always want sex
Made it up to III now they asking what's next
Told her less with talking go and give me more head
Double down on my deeds so I'm clean I ain't dirty
The ship always rocking but I keep it sturdy
All dem hoes hella thirsty for clout go price the amount
I'm flashing my wrist gonna make it buss down
When I step in the room everybody go look
Money like mayweather don't need a hook
3 years been trapping that's all that it took
Call it KBBQ way that I cook
Didn't know it was like that but she's slatty
She pushing her p yeah my baby a slut
Asking for help I can't do it no more
Cause a beggar can't choose and you know I ain't poor
I don't wanna live
I just wanna get lit
Wouldn't let me in
Because that shit too strict
Put in my sneaker
And I still won't slip
Couldn't have em with me
I knew one day they would snitch
Ice on a bezzle
They know I'm cold hearted
I ain't a Christian
My cross is chrome hearted
I ain't gon switch up
I know where I started
Made it to 23
Feel like I'm Jordan
I go with soju
Homie like bacardi
Rick owen boots
Now I feel like I'm carti
Trap with my boys
Always going retarded
Got different forms
I'm in shape call me harden
Stick with it I'm the first pick
Roll up a spliff and then go take a hit
Homies be repping like 2 or 3 kits
That's the type of shit make a grown man f*cking sick
Writer: David Oh
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