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LAW & ORDER Video (MV)




Performed By: KCappa
Language: English
Length: 2:01
Written by: Bryant Boyd




KCappa - LAW & ORDER Lyrics




Kappers

Ay, ay
(Dem bappers)
Let's get it man

Ay, what he say
(Shout out Veeze)

Bang, bang, gang, bang, bang

I'm with both my bitches today, Nina and Tisha
Riding with my gun, this other bitch, she smoke my reefer
Shit, I smoke too loud, lil' nigga, it's way louder than your speakers
Block too hot, I told you I was on fire, lil' nigga, you ain't believe me

Ay, still movin' in the trenches like I'm famous
(Like I'm famous)
Still keep some spankers with me, they gon' spank shit
(Gon' spank shit)
Still goin' through it, my past make me angry
They say my shorty dead, on what I'm like, he just got dangerous

Molly, X, I don't know, Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe
I'm tryna catch a tiger by the toe, I'm tryna sell a bow
Lil bro tryna wipe a nigga nose, keep on his shiesty nigga, nobody knows him
Bumping lips, that got a nigga killed for all that f*ckin' trollin

This pain can't even hold it, I kill a nigga off my emotions
The day nigga ever get up on me, I can't lie, I probably deserve it
Pull up, black truck, Suburbans, two twin glocks like Zack and Cody
It ain't no fun when no rabbit got the gun

What's that shit that you was talkin', nigga, cat done got your tongue
Wake up early, I skip breakfast, eatin' all these p's for lunch
That Glock gon' hit, ain't got a punch, you tryna fight, lil' boy, you dumb
My shorty masked up with gloves and he gon' catch a B for fun

I can do magic, car so little and fast, this bitch doin' backflips
I fly right past you, 4nem trailin' me, cuttin' up in traffic
My trap doin' jumpin' jacks, what I f*cked off just made it back
Curiosity killed the cat, them niggas ain't eating, can't even shake back

I'm the type to sell water to a whale
I'ma catch a sell, build clientele my name, be ringin' bells
I say, bae why you don't feel safe, and we got all these guns in here
I got my shooter in the car with me, I'm on probation still
(Hunnnnnnnn)

I'm goin' right, this shit start to goin' left
(Ok)
You can't tell me what I'm feelin', your scary ass was never there
(Uh-huh)
If you scared, go say a prayer, I can feel it in the air
Blow up my phone so many times, I knew somebody, they was dead
(Damn)
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English

Kappers

Ay, ay
(Dem bappers)
Let's get it man

Ay, what he say
(Shout out Veeze)

Bang, bang, gang, bang, bang

I'm with both my bitches today, Nina and Tisha
Riding with my gun, this other bitch, she smoke my reefer
Shit, I smoke too loud, lil' nigga, it's way louder than your speakers
Block too hot, I told you I was on fire, lil' nigga, you ain't believe me

Ay, still movin' in the trenches like I'm famous
(Like I'm famous)
Still keep some spankers with me, they gon' spank shit
(Gon' spank shit)
Still goin' through it, my past make me angry
They say my shorty dead, on what I'm like, he just got dangerous

Molly, X, I don't know, Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe
I'm tryna catch a tiger by the toe, I'm tryna sell a bow
Lil bro tryna wipe a nigga nose, keep on his shiesty nigga, nobody knows him
Bumping lips, that got a nigga killed for all that f*ckin' trollin

This pain can't even hold it, I kill a nigga off my emotions
The day nigga ever get up on me, I can't lie, I probably deserve it
Pull up, black truck, Suburbans, two twin glocks like Zack and Cody
It ain't no fun when no rabbit got the gun

What's that shit that you was talkin', nigga, cat done got your tongue
Wake up early, I skip breakfast, eatin' all these p's for lunch
That Glock gon' hit, ain't got a punch, you tryna fight, lil' boy, you dumb
My shorty masked up with gloves and he gon' catch a B for fun

I can do magic, car so little and fast, this bitch doin' backflips
I fly right past you, 4nem trailin' me, cuttin' up in traffic
My trap doin' jumpin' jacks, what I f*cked off just made it back
Curiosity killed the cat, them niggas ain't eating, can't even shake back

I'm the type to sell water to a whale
I'ma catch a sell, build clientele my name, be ringin' bells
I say, bae why you don't feel safe, and we got all these guns in here
I got my shooter in the car with me, I'm on probation still
(Hunnnnnnnn)

I'm goin' right, this shit start to goin' left
(Ok)
You can't tell me what I'm feelin', your scary ass was never there
(Uh-huh)
If you scared, go say a prayer, I can feel it in the air
Blow up my phone so many times, I knew somebody, they was dead
(Damn)
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Writer: Bryant Boyd
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