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If we cappin' hattas, we mean in the sky My bro gon' let it fly, use that crochet if they try I ain't lookin' back at none of this, like why them boys gone quiet? Come and try it, I ain't bluffin', we gon' stop it I pass the parcel, get the stick, I know how to send a clip Shoot you with a caliber, just hiding in my hip Try to sit around the fence, you hear the gun go click Shoot out the man, that's your back, but all the shots were missed And I'm like, hell, huh? Just come run for your mate We put them on shirts and bullies, name up with a date Get that drop, we get it done, send us a time and place You won't come outside, but if he does, aim for his face If we cappin' hattas, we mean in the sky My bro gon' let it fly, use that crochet if they try I ain't lookin' back at none of this, like why them boys gone quiet? Come and try it, I ain't bluffin', we gon' stop it We ain't clueless, so don't run in stupid, T know what he said Of course we do this, I'm with them shooters, why they leave their friends? They weren't doin' duels way back then, before they took that So why they rappin', talkin' all this cappin', pavement, here get left So what they claimin', that we stealin' sides, them boys know we slappin' We been patient, we done plenty glides, way before the rappin' I ain't cappin' when I say we active, gang, don't need a practice Sellin' chookas if we run up on him, they gon' see us back it Hey, what's I speakin'? Let me smoke this cunt, I'll put him in the flood Take back when T got knocked, I smoke that cunt, I make them my boys run How the fuck they ride on us? Who the ones that let that bust? Way before this music shit, I let that slap till he turns numb If we cappin', how there's two men in the sky? My bag on, let it fly, use that crochet if they try I ain't lookin' back at none of this, like why them boys gon' cry? Come and try it, I ain't bluffin', we gon' stop it, EPC as he get I'm with that shooter gang, that booted gang, don't wonder who that trigger I don't give a fuck, that pole I slap makes him go quick, Tell them boys stupid, cut them rumors, of course I'm playin' for keys Call the cops, start talkin' and they so busy, your friends, two of them got left to see Start keepin' it tucked, anywhere I step, anyone gets touched when the group that sees Start keepin' that loaded, leavin' bloated, ain't no food, we talkin' creep I was on that field, like where back then? They talk about jewels, like when? I stop rappin', too busy stoppin', no more jewels and I'm back again If we cappin', how there's two men in the sky? My bag on, let it fly, use that crochet if they try I ain't lookin' back at none of this, like why them boys gon' cry? Come and try it, I ain't bluffin', we gon' stop it, EPC as he get Do something, fuck! Little bitch, you're seven, fuck!
