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no cap streets - deleted artist lyrics

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he said some dumb sh*t in public, i slid in his dm, made his ass apologize, f*ck him
i ain’t tellin’ you sh*t, my bars monetized, motherf*ckers wanna snitch
lil’ bro want fast cash, he go to six flags, won’t ride no motherf*cking rides, sh*t lame
i roll with n*ggas takin’ rappers’ sh*t and makin’ ’em pay, f*ck these clowns
charged a ballplayer a grand just to sip his act’, f*ck him and his flex
half these rappers claim they in the ‘raq, they ain’t even in the motherf*cking streets, b*tch
one opp fast as h*ll, you can tell his ass used to run laps, dumbass
i merch all my kids, lil’ boy, you ain’t makin’ no gun clap, f*ck outta here
can’t tell me sh*t, even though wе cool, i can’t tell him give yo’ gun back, b*tch
i can’t send no cash in my namе, lil’ bro a k!ller, popped his dumb ass
don’t know if the feds tryna set me up ’cause you woofin’ with your lil’ dumbass, f*ck that
ain’t no k!ller say they seen you shoot, your lil’ ass stuntin’, punk ass
brodie got shot in his arm, that micro mini got popped with one hand, f*ck that
i ain’t gon’ say he miss his target, he up close, no b*tch ass missin’ sh*t, real
did it ’cause i f*ck with ’em, popped one before jumpman, motherf*ckers crazy
how you gon’ tell a n*gga don’t f*ck with another n*gga when you ain’t done sh*t, dumbass
how you gon’ tell a k!ller he safe in your city? you ain’t even the gunman, b*tch
how you gon’ say don’t send him sh*t ’cause you bought a lil’ chick somethin’? f*ck that
money different, they come to your building to k!ll you and the doorman, sh*t real
i was a jeezy fan, but i was seein’ red, ain’t build me a snowman, f*ck him
put a switch on a glock, bet that lil’ b*tch jammin’, sh*t broken
i don’t pay n0body, i got k!llers, all my friends strapped, f*ck these fake ass n*ggas
name top five hoes out right now, i had ass in my hand, yeah, motherf*ckers know
ain’t gon’ say the names, possibility they your man, pluto grave, lil’ b*tch
how you gon’ wipe my ass when you see me if your lil’ b*tch wiped the stand? f*ck outta here
i know he was a real k!ller ’cause i seen him do it, he ain’t even wipe his hands, sh*t gross
i ain’t ever seen you do sh*t, ain’t ever heard you pop nothin’, punk ass
if you post in the hood, we gon’ get up wit’ you, f*ck you and your fake friends
post a show, we gon’ get up wit’ you, don’t matter, motherf*ckers dead
n*gga i love get hit up wit’ you, boona a bug, he gon’ up wit’ you, no cap
pay ’em just not to get rid of n*ggas, twitter fingers can’t do sh*t, dumbass
bro body came straight from a misdemeanor, f*ck the law, we real
put a switch on, you a pistol cleaner, shut the f*ck up
keep mouth closed, won’t get subpoenaed, dumbass
feds watch facetime with lip readers, paranoid, f*ck that
varney tooth missin’, shorty gon’ leave your roof missin’, sh*t crazy
why the f*ck you ridin’ with a new n*gga? dumbass
mixed my tris with root beer, feel like sh*t, f*ck wock’, take two sh*ts
she suckin’ my d*ck at ruth’s chris, d*mn, b*tch
ain’t gon’ tell me what you did ’cause you ain’t do sh*t, motherf*ckers fake

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