Diz Dean - Capz & Coatz Lyrics

Uh, it's Diz Dean
I been slacking but check it I'm back and packing

You won't find me in your town
Love to stay at home anyways
I don't f*ck with stocks and bonds
I barely trust my piggy bank
Talking bout you really street
Gauge you by the team you keep
Skinny Jeans, n rainbow hair
Playlist got me questioning
Never seen a triple beam
Yet he say he trapping tough
Caught him slippin on some lean
Guess I felt like cashing bluffs
Took him for his chips and girl
Since then we ain't talk that much
Bumping gums can get you checked
Falsaccuse me and once see what's up
I ain't really all that public friendly
Patience done run empty
Please don't tempt me, rich boy I'll take you for yo maf*ckin Bentley, your Bentley

They ain't spitting truth
Don't want the smoke
The comics turning hip hop to a joke
Fixated on this boozing and the coke
Capping the bottle
Leep the white girl in her coat
Can you do it like me
Str8 laced running things for my team
Running Laps around these folks
Let me take ya caps n coats
Can you do it like me
Str8 laced running for my team
Running laps around these folks
Let me take ya Capz n ya Coatz

Ran things from a mobile home
Since I was a lil kid
Call me Don Diz Corleone
A product of environment
My Daddy ran a tight knit crew
My Mama taught me how to type
Cuzzins had me smoking doobs
And man I loved to drink and fight
Guess we'll say my younger days didn't gain me many friends
Love to burn the bridge and dance
Real shit we don't play pretend
Catch at the crossroads sick
Trying to talk to missing kin
Blacking out and wrecking cars and I still got that damn thang back again
Here we go let's spin
Records, dryers, and glass chins
From the pen, and then plugged in
Got the Wolfpack and spray can
N dubb o skin like conan
Black gloves, baseball bat and clan
Came in with a humble plan Takeover, rip spliff, and jam

They ain't spitting truth
Don't want the smoke
The comics turning hip hop to a joke
Fixated on this boozing and the coke
Capping the bottle
Leep the white girl in her coat
Can you do it like me
Str8 laced running things for my team
Running Laps around these folks
Let me take ya caps n coats
Can you do it like me
Str8 laced running for my team
Running Laps around these folks
Let me take ya Capz n ya Coatz

I'm feeling like Vince McMahon
With the promo
Fot me out here bout to leave the stands
To the domo
I really miss the 90s bands
No lo se come
Half this new hip hop shit's spam
Mixed with cocoa
They ain't saying shit like a mute man
Got these fruit loops kids lookin like Toucan Sams
Like lemme show em who can't dance
I'm all about my people
But they got em in a trance Lemme run it back once for the fam
I don't really wanna have to, but, truly they ain't had no chance

Look what you did to the kids
Got em all split up out here
Damn