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cap in my rap 2 - hitemupty & marii onnat lyrics

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{hook* hitemupty)
(illkay)
why y’all run?
y’all had y’all bl!cks y’all let your n*gga die
came up on this block like it was sweet guess it ain’t sh*t to die
he couldn’t keep his mouth shut
man he steady kept on dissing ty
now that lil boy shh man don’t say it man he in the sky

{verse 1* hitemupty}
i can’t say his name up in this song cause he might get some fame
buddy had that vest on so you know they hit that n*gga brain
always taking pictures so they cropped that lil b*tch out the frame
pull up scoring sh*t man all them shooters
shoot like f*cking dame (and they don’t got no names)
you think i’m gone leave my b*tch for you?
you f*ck meezy too
might as well go f*ck on my boy brutal gone head f*ck the crew
guess lil shawty wanna f*ck thе gang
she like having fun
nah scratch that saw them boys on insta posting all thеy guns
they got mac’s they got k’s and they got some bl!cks
d*mn man i might get some years i get that sniper with that switch
when i get that b*tch i up that sh*t
i guarantee i hit
change they flag colors from shh to white i guarantee they quit
hold on pull y’all bands out n*ggas need them handouts
you got bodies i got bodies, i can pull your man out
not the type to try to fit in b*tch i wanna stand out
i got bit for always tryna leave my f*cking
hand out
{hook* hitemupty}
why y’all run?
y’all had y’all bl!cks y’all let your n*gga die
came up on this block like it was sweet guess it ain’t sh*t to die
he couldn’t keep his mouth shut
man he steady kept on dissing ty
now that lil boy shh man don’t say it man he in the sky

{verse 2* mari onnat}
n*gga’s wanna be me, i just let em (uh for real)
n*ggas stay talking behind so i can’t catch em (nah for real)
steady talking bout a switch like what the f*ck (boy you ain’t tuff n*gga)
it be the same n*ggas running round pillow talking (don’t get put up n*gga)
zip em up smoke a blunt to the face
we really on that
apply pressure f*ck em up
i’m breaking loose ends like i’m kodak
get left like jack boy in this b*tch
if you want smoke just let me know that
i call up fat boy in this b*tch
he take her out know i’m gonna throw
that (like a quarterback)
you get it i’m for real
ty call me up so we finna make a hit b*tch
this b*tch slap so hard put it up
finna blow on this b*tch on god
he showing fake love to his n*ggas for real
these n*ggas be snakes in disguise
i’m tryna double up with rubber bands
haha just me and my men
{hook* hitemupty}
why y’all run?
y’all had y’all bl!cks y’all let your n*gga die
came up on this block like it was sweet guess it ain’t sh*t to die
he couldn’t keep his mouth shut
man he steady kept on dissing ty
now that lil boy shh man don’t say it man he in the sky

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