I Was Cappin Lyrics – Finesse2Tymes

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I run that s*it up, christ!

They say there’s money on my head
Let me know and I’ma double that s*it
I done took off my chains and broke out them choppers
I’ve had enough of this s*it
Them n!ggas bleeding just like me
I don’t give a fuk who you with
And I fuked your baby mama last night
I’m thinking about cuffing this b!tch

Never say round tuck under my sorrow
I’m at the top eating breakfast
You talking money you speaking my language
I don’t need roselle, I don’t need that
Ooh, I can’t wait to catch you
Better stand on that s*it that they said
I’m tryna fill up the med
All of my b!tches wear red

I hit that b!tch from the back
And that b!tch was so thick, had to lift up my leg
They respect him in the streets
How the fuk he a g and he spoke to the feds?
They say they pushing the ghetto
Them shots get to popping, them n!ggas gon’ spread
Why the fuk you gotta vet
When them n!ggas I’m with, they gon’ shoot at your head?

They say there’s money on my head
Let me know and I’ma double that s*it
I done took off my chains and broke out them choppers
I’ve had enough of this s*it
Them n!ggas bleeding just like me
I don’t give a fuk who you with
And I fuked your baby mama last night
I’m thinking about cuffing this b!tch

They say there’s money on my head
Let me know and I’ma double that s*it
I done took off my chains and broke out them choppers
I’ve had enough of this s*it
Them n!ggas bleeding just like me
I don’t give a fuk who you with
And I fcked your baby mama last night
I’m thinking about cuffing this b!tch

Black on black double, I’ll scrap like a dyke
I’ll tame n!gga when I take off my ice
Hit that b!tch, fly her back the same night
I want what I want for a bargain, my price
400 shots in these emc trucks
Them shots get to popping, them n!ggas gon’ duck
You murder, forgot money, get your thug
Bust a man, now he s*it outta luck

I hit that b!tch for the free-free
We met up with riri and we had a three-way
We made a play in east memphis
I’m smoking this out, now I want me some pre-date
Walk in that b!tch with a 100k
All blues, you think it’s my cd
They trailing me in each hook
So you stupid as fuk, you tried me on the e-way

I don’t know, if your b!tch wanna fuk, I’ma fly her out
We got two for the one coming back for
Drop a price on his head, I can buy an opp
Vvs on my finger like tater tots
Had a hunnid but I let off eighty shots
Hit that b!tch from 3:30 to 8 o’clock
I just head for a tip, I ain’t pay a thot

They say there’s money on my head
Let me know and I’ma double that s*it
I done took off my chains and broke out them choppers
I’ve had enough of this s*it
Them n!ggas bleeding just like me
I don’t give a fuk who you with
And I fuked your baby mama last night
I’m thinking about cuffing this b!tch

I’m a capper, hey

They say there’s money on my head
Let me know and I’ma double that s*it
I done took off my chains and broke out them choppers
I’ve had enough of this s*it
Them n!ggas bleeding just like me
I don’t give a fck who you with
And I fcked your baby mama last night
I’m thinking about cuffing this b!tch

I’m a capper, hey

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