cappin' - trapland pat lyrics
[intro]
(a guy by the name of pepperjack zoe)
ayy, yeah
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[chorus]
f*ck all that cappin’ on the internet (cappin’)
and don’t be taggin’ me in posts, ’cause i ain’t into that (i ain’t into that)
[?], i’m tryna see which way you sendin’ that (ha)
my dog a dyk*, but, call her, “balerina” (duh)
the way she spinnin’ in that b*tch (duh*duh*duh)
[verse]
don’t know the scene, right?
different route, the same price
told my dog that he ain’t tight
better use them bloods
you can’t miss, you better aim right
they still gon’ try to slam you with the truth right in plain sight
you ‘posed to play it raw
could tell you that you don’t play that game right
thеy don’t see the pain from this sh*t, just the glory
do this stuff from scratch, i get to vеntin’ ’bout my stories
paint your nails for my pain, that’s why they all be tryn’ record me
my mouth cost your life, ain’t twice, could you afford me?
this the type of sh*t that make them youngins pick they hustle up (yeah, yeah)
young man at the bottom so long, i got to duffle up
migos say he sent me three keys to get my muscle up
private trip, went up a couple times, but, i f*cked it up
i knew you back when you was in yo’ sh*ll, why you actin’ tough?
steady throwin’ rocks, how they in yo’ hand? i done had enough
actin’ like your car’s real deal, i’ma call your bluff
but you ain’t ’bout your issues, toilet paper, i could get you flushed (duh*duh*duh)
trapland, my bare homie trappin’, but, i’m buster bus
she tryna spend time, my phone ringin’, girl, i’m in a rush (yeah)
i know you got a dude, don’t get confused, keep it on the hush
ps on my mind, i slang that iron
every n*gga ’round that robbed the bus
[chorus]
f*ck all that cappin’ on the internet (cappin’)
and don’t be taggin’ me in posts, ’cause i ain’t into that (i ain’t into that)
[?], i’m tryna see which way you sendin’ that (ha)
my dog a dyk*, but, call her, “balerina” (duh)
the way she spinnin’ in that b*tch (duh*duh*duh)
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