Lyrics Rap Cap - Stickz

Rap Cap

Minkzy
L1 The Producer
Stizz
Get back
M2B baby
Fuck Diddy, fuck them haters
Muh
What?
You reckon it’s rap cap?
'Til I leave suttin' flatter than flat akh
Skiddy-pap like Shaq akh
Do you like a fly in the air and just clap that
Pull man’s card like blackjack
Don’t Snapchat 'cah we’re preein' up that-that
If I open this rucksack
You’ll be all toast, laid out like flapjacks
Little nigga don’t lack-lack
There is a reason I’m dressed in black-black
Big .45, get slap-clap
They already know we got slap and attack akh
From the jakes still breezin'
How you mean?
Man haffi ball all season
I mean all season
It don’t make money?
Ain’t got no reason
The smoke that I smoke is potent
This L pack got my head back open
I am the king of this motion
He said that I ain’t?
Then it’s rock he’s smokin'
Hand ting, shotgun totin'
Get a flick-shank or rambo pokin'
I beg man think I’m jokin'
Soak him, hole in his head like a dolphin
This brown one wants chokin'
Gettin' long strokes, I don’t know how she’s copin'
Get bread, don’t be out 'ere loafin'
Boastin', then get hit with the chrome ting
Roll up, man weren’t expectin'
What’s man sayin'?
It’s a rhetorical question
Mind out, he’s gonna get a injection
Teeth on the top, wanna juk him, it’s temptin'
What?
You reckon it’s rap cap?
'Til I leave suttin' flatter than flat akh
Skiddy-pap like Shaq akh
Do you like a fly in the air and just clap that
Pull man’s card like blackjack
Don’t Snapchat 'cah we’re preein' up that-that
If I open this rucksack
You’ll be all toast, laid out like flapjacks
Little nigga don’t lack-lack
There is a reason I’m dressed in black-black
Big .45, get slap-clap
They already know we got slap and attack akh
From the jakes still breezin'
How you mean?
Man haffi ball all season
I mean all season
It don’t make money?
Ain’t got no reason
I know man on first name basis
Now he wan' rap 'bout boots and laces
I buss when I buss my cases
Stizz Buck Five when I cut them faces
Fuck Diddy, fuck them haters
Man can’t stop, Diddy, stop my paper
I’ma stop doin' man these favours
But I won’t stop doin' man with this shaver
It’s natural behaviour
Who wants beef?
I’ll fuckin' cater
Make niggas meet their maker
Then I got scroom tryna see man later
G’s and P’s
At the boy’s neck like a Jesus piece
Wap in his face, let me see the P’s
Or I’ll go from zero to a hundred degrees
What?
You reckon it’s rap cap?
'Til I leave suttin' flatter than flat akh
Skiddy-pap like Shaq akh
Do you like a fly in the air and just clap that
Pull man’s card like blackjack
Don’t Snapchat 'cah we’re preein' up that-that
If I open this rucksack
You’ll be all toast, laid out like flapjacks
Little nigga don’t lack-lack
There is a reason I’m dressed in black-black
Big .45, get slap-clap
They already know we got slap and attack akh
From the jakes still breezin'
How you mean?
Man haffi ball all season
I mean all season
It don’t make money?
Ain’t got no reason
L1 The Producer
Minkzy