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lirik lagu cap in my rap – ybc ayy

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{chorus: ybc ayy}
gang get a bag, just to spend it right bag
talking that sh*t get you turned to a pack
posted up with the gang, how the f*ck can i lack
n*gga call me a kid, but his b*tch call me dad
n*ggas spinning my block, and the choppa gone blast
couldn’t catch that boy lacking, he running too fast
put my foot on his neck, if he jacking i’m trash
keep on talking that sh*t, and the gang on your ass
talking that sh*t, and i’m popping a pimple
put a hole in his face, like a muh f*cking dimple
wiping his nose, like a muh f*cking tissue
talk down on my name, and i swear i’m a get you
glock came with a d*ck, and i swear it’s gone hit you
the choppa a f*g, cause the way that it hit you
gang call you a treesh, cause the way that we hit you

{verse: ybc ayy and ybc astro wes}
astro wes, i’m putting on for my mans
never caught lacking cause i’m with my mans
wе spun your block, we gone spin it again
i’m still screaming free all my guys out thе can
you jacking beef, then we smoking your mans
my shooters like curry, you know they got aim
taco came with the beef, so i’m shooting like james
this astro wes n*gga not playing no games
talking that sh*t, and i’m upping this thang
i feel like a laker i got me a rang
kicking sh*t with my guys, so i feel like liu kang
i broke your b*tch back, so i’m feeling like bane
now i’m f*cking with bills, no more asking for change
run through your house, and i’m catching a stain
put that b*tch to the side, cause she can’t be my main
i hit it from deep, so she calling me dame
n*gga riding the bench, so i swear that he lame
my boys stay in the field, and we putting in pain
n*gga said that i’m trash, but his b*tch know my name
in the whip with her friends playing ybc ayy
talking down on the gang, bet the choppa gone spray
these n*ggas like roaches, i spray em with raid
i get the bag so that’s all that i chase
astro wes yeah she be screaming my name
{pre*chorus}
i be talking my sh*t, but won’t cap in my rap
call his b*tch just to blow out her back
said she had wap, but the p*ssy was trash
i can’t f*ck with a n*gga, that don’t got a bag
if he ain’t on my timing, he get left in the past
i got me some money, of course i’m a brag
he been broke his whole life, how the f*ck he ain’t mad

{chorus: ybc ayy}
gang get a bag, just to spend it right bag
talking that sh*t get you turned to a pack
posted up with the gang, how the f*ck can i lack
n*gga call me a kid, but his b*tch call me dad
n*ggas spinning my block, and the choppa gone blast
couldn’t catch that boy lacking, he running too fast
put my foot on his neck, if he jacking i’m trash
keep on talking that sh*t, and the gang on your ass
talking that sh*t, and i’m popping a pimple
put a hole in his face, like a muh f*cking dimple
wiping his nose, like a muh f*cking tissue
talk down on my name, and i swear i’m a get you
glock came with a d*ck, and i swear it’s gone hit you
the choppa a f*g, cause the way that it hit you
gang call you a treesh, cause the way that we hit you

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