jgreen - pop at ya cap lyrics
[intro]
(well good luck rahn)
[chorus]
you can move how you want when you have you n+ggas in charge, i’m runnin’ my sack
wherever you at, send a pack, it’s just better, make sure i give this sh+t back
don’t hang with these n+ggas they at, that they really be p+ssy, they really be cat
them trenches they made me a savage, i keep me a strap, make me pop at your cap
[post+chorus]
loading, yeah we just seen them pass
reloading then i’m spinning it back
no these n+ggas ain’t built like that, they want me to show my ass
percocet, don’t do no xans
back road running, chasing bands
so high right now, i’m on lean
my eyes they can’t open
[verse 1]
deep in that water, pacific
now they hate that i’m keeping my distance
got a pay me for features or kick it
i’d rather be countin’ up chicken
my [?](0:52) just bought me the ticket
he say he be back any minute
he just came from the phone with them strippers
he [?](0:557)
i got promethazine in my kidney
i got codeine in my liver
and the choppa go dumb if he speakin’
and n+ggas be thinkin’ i’m slippin’
if it ain’t right, you know i won’t put my hands on it
if she ain’t right, you know i won’t put my hands on her
[chorus]
you can move how you want when you have you n+ggas in charge, i’m runnin’ my sack
wherever you at, send a pack, it’s just better, make sure i give this sh+t back
don’t hang with these n+ggas they at, that they really be p+ssy, they really be cat
them trenches they made me a savage, i keep me a strap, make me pop at your cap
[post+chorus]
loading, yeah we just seen them pass
reloading then i’m spinning it back
no these n+ggas ain’t built like that, they want me to show my ass
percocet, don’t do no xans
back road running, chasing bands
so high right now, i’m on lean
my eyes they can’t open
[verse 2]
i have a couple not moving low motion
my pockets they healthy, they bloated
my youngin just came off the road
he back to the work in the morning
you n+ggas ain’t k!llers, y’all b+tches, y’all homeless
play with the mud, you turn to [?](1:53)
we trappin’ out meds, you trappin’ ’em grams
we’re runnin’ it up, it was ours part to part
just came from that water, we speakin’ that guala
i got it for real, you n+ggas ain’t ballas
we ’bout it for real, you play and get swapped out
i spit how i sh+t
like a n+gga is siracha
f+cked up, down bad, boy you better get your block up
wrap it up, wrap it up, your hoes getting knocked up
pop+out, hop out, glocks on answer
these n+ggas busy you know they ain’t pop none
[chorus]
you can move how you want when you have you n+ggas in charge, i’m runnin’ my sack
wherever you at, send a pack, it’s just better, make sure i give this sh+t back
don’t hang with these n+ggas they at, that they really be p+ssy, they really be cat
them trenches they made me a savage, i keep me a strap, make me pop at your cap
[post+chorus]
loading, yeah we just seen them pass
reloading then i’m spinning it back
no these n+ggas ain’t built like that, they want me to show my ass
percocet, don’t do no xans
back road running, chasing bands
so high right now, i’m on lean
my eyes they can’t open
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