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one pop freestyle - caps (uk) lyrics

[verse]
we’ve got ak’s on the block so f*ck your one pop
found another spot, it’s due to pop off
any shotters l!cking shots are getting locked off
you put seeds in that pot and i’ll rip that crop off
i stand over that bowl and see that coke drop
i stand over that stove and see that coke lock
sh*t’s hot, fed’s locking off block block
i put my line on red cause they f*cking won’t stop
on to the kid, i mashed a hundred bags large
don’t be a hero, i’m with the goons in the dark
trapping out the hoopty till i writ off my car
i don’t take my time, i just rip off her bra
buj boy, i mash mud on these streets
why you think trappers got my songs on repeat?
man are going gym tryna do up physique
till i gun buck man and i knock out his t**th
yeah they’re saying i’m the hardest
i’m still banging out bricks regardless
cause the only thing a million views changed
i’ve gotta take my shank to my barbers
ten phones in jail, it was lit
gang got waps but not enough bricks
a whole brick on the scale but bro it won’t fit
so i’ve gotta break it down and weigh it in four bits
there’s time for food, i’ve got food in the whip
my plug up in luton just got caught with a stick
young rich pakis, yeah we’re up in this b*tch
thousand pound jacket, i’ve got moncler on my zip
two*four hours, that’s my bando door
presser downstairs, i’ve got coke on the floor
i’m looking at eight but it came from a four
told the kids take your time or i’ll l!ck off your jaw
i had to tell this cat “yo take your time”
cah if you gon’ die it’s gonna f*ck up my line
i’ve got a girl telling me “babe take your time”
hit it from behind and i’ll f*ck up her spine
let me tell you bout trapping, i’ve got nitties in my attic
take it out the packet, tell my runners go and slap it
burners and the ‘matic, coke with the magic
a thousand grams up when i cut through this plastic
what you know about cutting a brick the wrong way?
when it’s time to pick it up the f*cker pours [?]
there’s twenty bags of food all over the place
and the powder in your ear got you holding your face
compare to me these rappers, that’s a f*cking insult
they don’t ever come out, they stay f*cking indoors
name a drug i ain’t got, i’ll f*cking link four
as a younger i hid crack in my f*cking insoles

- caps uk lyrics

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