Lyrics Capped' Out - Soulja Boy

Capped' Out

Yeah\nThe biggest\nDraco (Ayy, let’s run up a Millie)\nUh, monkey-ass nigga out here capped out\nYou get hit up for that cappin' on my name, what you talkin' 'bout?\nIt’s a thousand pounds comin' in, nigga, we don’t see no damn drought\nI’m slidin' in that 'Rari, nigga, I’m skrrtin' out\nRunnin' up that bag with my gang, nigga, we sprayin' shit\nThese niggas broke as fuck, I’m out here runnin' up bands, I ain’t playin' with\nyou\nI’m ridin' in a Ferrari, the McLaren with extended clip\nI’m jumpin' out the driver seat, sticks on my hip\nZZ, zaza, nigga, we smokin' exotic\nWe catch opp niggas, we pop 'em\nIt’s Dior what I’m rockin'\nI’m Westside, Money Gang, Zone 1, nigga, we the trending topic\nOne headshot, faceshot gang, nigga, hit in your noggin\nThis a big Backwood, this is zaza, smokin' on tropic\nPlay with my gang and I’m catching a body\nAnd I stuffed five grams in a big Backwood, and it’s exotic\nNigga jump on that jet with the plug in the tropics\nNigga in the trap, nigga, I got 'bows\nI’m fuckin' the kitchen up, nigga didn’t turn on the stove\nNigga, you run up on gang, you get clapped in your dome\nI’m servin' these pounds, I ain’t sellin' no songs\nCome to my trap, nigga gotta get everything gone\nIt’s faceshot gang, get hit in the dome\nBroke-ass nigga, I ain’t rent shit, everything I own\nMurder gang, Zone 1, lil' nigga, we on\nYour thot-ass, opp-ass ho keep callin' my phone\nHad the Soulja lean out my styrofoam\nI done beat the case, nigga, I done got the case gone\nI just came out of jail and I’m still on\nBig Draco (Young Millie)