DooWop - Cap flow lyrics

Gucci ghost she fill my ghost I’ma get that mula (Ghost grra) While my brother got loyalty ain’t gotta pay my shooter (Woah) I was in the rack all flashes watch weight that I boo’ up (Cap) Glowed up on a broke boy just watch weight that you lose yeah (Gang) Put a hole in a broke boy so big look like a hoola (That me) Now get money tryna be my man’s look at him like who ya? (Savage) No you ain’t really with the sh*ts I could just see right through ya (What? b***h) No no you can’t hang with the gang we ain’t her junior (What?) Yes I’ma boss I’ma floss and too I bang drugs I feel like Lupta (Yeah) Get in the club with a .40 on the moss I swear my gun is too tough (Gang) I was just with you b***h made her eat my two nuts (Yeah) All the opps mad ’cause we getting this guap they can’t believe we brew up (Uh) We don’t know them (Uh) but best believe they knew us (Uh) I was in the drop made up all this cap I had to pour up like two cups (Yeah) Had to get on a flight to Madagascar and these ni**as still can’t move us (B***h) Let me hit ’em bro I don’t care if he sue us (B***h) N***a I was really in the field while they lil stay in the house so suit up (Grrr) Me in Doo Wop in LA and we made two wet on a cougar (No cap) Now I’m in the hills just popping up pills so I’m cooling like a cooler VVS diamonds hit off the Raf Simons man shout out to my jewler (Opps) Your love just got brain now she smarter than a tutor (Brain) Her top gave me sane yeah oblongata her medulla (Brain) But we don’t chase h**s all we chase is that mula (Guap) I’m still in the trap and my boys sell packs that’s the way we still maneuver (Money) Clip long as a ruler FN got a cooler (Bih) Tech nine need to juke ya been had chops b***h this ain’t new to us (Ayy ayy) Nothing new battle my choppa shoot at her We aim at your mind and you prolly could lose your life (Ayy ayy) You ni**as b*tches you really ain’t shooting no I fu*ked on this b***h and I wetted her coochie (What?) You n***a’s diamonds ain’t doing no stupid stuff Told a little goofie just give all this goofie up 100 round clips they talking no movie huh Your life is boring that means that your movie su*ks We keep getting money this s**t ain’t new to us I got the drugs with the bougie cut Might just go shoot up your funeral My ni**as soldiers they say you ain’t losing us Lose a lil money on the stick (Yeah) We do the shooting ain’t no ni**as shooting us I had to pull up syringe feds be around and that b***h be choosing us (B***h) Uh woah b***h uh Got 150 racks my b***h GBE Got 150 racks my b***h GBE Got 150 racks my b***h GBE