Letra de Captain Crunch - Trippie Redd

(Feat. Babyface Ray, Sada Baby, Icewear Vezzo)

Yeah

Pussy nigga said he gon' kill me

Hm, I don't give a fuck, I'm gon' die anyway, haha

Tell ya, yeah, yeah

Talk about them P's (P's), got a bunch, nigga

Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga (Gun)

Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch, nigga

Oh, you sippin' on Tris, we sippin' Wock', ha, dumb nigga

Got it out the bricks, yeah, fuck nigga (Fuck nigga, fuck nigga)

If you said it's up, lil' nigga, then know it's up wit' ya (Up)

Best believe we gon' find your bitch ass, nigga, I'm gon' get up wit' ya

We nuts, if we come (Bah), we gon' bust at ya (Bah)

Fuck a bitch, fuck 12, lil' nigga, I don't need no cuffs, nigga (Cuffs, uh-uh)

Politicin' and pimpin' in that 'Vette, leave a hater in the dust, nigga (Dust, skrrt)

Takin' all your shit, in my chain (Yeah), that's Snow on tha Bluff, nigga (Yeah)

Now get up outta here (Ha), yeah, aight (Yeah), I'ma fuck wit' ya

Don't be reachin' for my chain, huh, you know we pop niggas (Bitch)

Call this Backwood "Gang," why? Because my opps in it (Haha)

Open up that closet, yeah, I got big mop in it (That mop)

They don't buy no drank from me, huh, 'cause I re-rock, nigga (Iced Up Records)

Fuck nigga, we could shoot or box (Yeah), you know we punch niggas (Nigga)

Every time we see y'all out, we eat, y'all niggas lunch menus (Y'all niggas lunch)

Eight of Wock' in my cream soda (That Wock'), it ain't no cut in it (Uh-uh)

Play with mine, you gon' die today, right now, come try your luck, nigga

I'll give a goofy all headshots, like is you dumb or nah?

You sink niggas won't front me no more bags 'cause I be runnin' off (Fuck 'em)

Bust Cuban and rose-gold Presi' blown, yeah that's a hundred ball (Yeah)

Fuck the stage, I ain't doin' no more shows unless my gun involved, nigga

Talk about them P's (P's), got a bunch, nigga

Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga (Gun)

Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch, nigga

Oh, you sippin' on Tris, we sippin' Wock', dumb nigga

Got it out the bricks, yeah, fuck nigga (Fuck nigga, fuck nigga)

If you said it's up, lil' nigga, then know it's up wit' ya (Up, you know it's up then)

Best believe we gon' find your bitch ass, nigga, I'm gon' get up wit' ya (Mm, yeah)

We nuts, if we come (Bah), we gon' bust at ya (Bah)

Trippin' off the red with Trippie Redd, Vezz' keep countin' up blues (Okay)

You already dead if me and my mans get to walkin' up to you (Bang)

Make a bitch gave me head, her and her friends, yeah, they 'bout to do it

If you ain't got no bands, I'm just sayin', don't talk to me 'bout no music (Ah, ah)

Ooh, all my clothes exclusive, spin move your ho, elusive

Put the dope on the road, that's lucrative, then make it back home, it's secluded (Gang)

Up big five, shoot it (Gang), I'm big fire, boolin' (Gang)

Tell a bitch, "Be quiet", the rudest (Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)

Shut your ass up, mute it

My trap jumpin', groovin, huh

Pass me that cup, pass me that blunt, pass me that gun (Skuba), huh

Rackin' it up, is you packin' or what? Who baggin' me up? The whoopers?

The apes, the shooters (Ha)

The Dracs, we use 'em (Ha), we hate computers (Ha, ha, ha)

Talk about them P's (P's), got a bunch, nigga

Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga (Gun)

Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch, nigga

Oh, you sippin' on Tris, we sippin' Wock', dumb nigga

Got it out the bricks, yeah, fuck nigga (Fuck nigga, fuck nigga)

If you said it's up, lil' nigga, then know it's up wit' ya (It's up)

Best believe we gon' find your bitch ass, nigga, I'm gon' get up wit' ya

We nuts, if we come (Bah, phew, phew, phew), we gon' bust at ya (Bah)

Yeah, I ain't drinkin' no Tris (Nah), I don't fuck with no snitch (Nah)

You a broke ass lame nigga, I ain't touchin' yo' bitch (Mm-mm)

I'm humble, I ain't soft, nigga, have yo' ass go blitz (Go get it)

Used to pray for a whole thing, keep one on my wrist (Everyday)

D to the O, me and Trippie Redd (Yeah)

Actavis, baby, I'm sippin' red (Yeah), got my advance from dealin' meds (Got my advance from dealin')

Bro rock Yeezy in the feds (Yeah), trappin' ain't dead, these niggas scared (That's crazy)

Yeah, my niggas trained to go

Fuck my bitch, fuck my bitch best friend, I'ma just blame the dope

Police came, hit the lights on me, turn to Usain and bolt

Can't believe they let me in the game skeetin' a famous ho (Famous ho)

Cuban links, diamonds full of pointers, I don't do chains with ropes (Mm-mm)

Talk about them P's (P's, facts, nigga), got a bunch, nigga

Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga (Gun)

Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch, nigga

Oh, you sippin' on Tris, we sippin' Wock', dumb nigga

Got it out the bricks, yeah, fuck nigga (Fuck nigga, fuck nigga)

If you said it's up, lil' nigga, then know it's up wit' ya (It's up)

Best believe we gon' find your bitch ass, nigga, I'm gon' get up wit' ya

We nuts, if we come (Bah), we gon' bust at ya (Bah)

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