Go Lil Capalot, bitch, ha! Man, y'all know what the fuck goin' on (Dante, you snapped on this one) Gang My lil' Glock, a switch was cool, now I'm ridin' with this chopper Last nigga that played with us, urgent care, go see a doctor Bitch, I feel like Mad Max, I be turnt up with my shotters In the club, bitch, bag back while I turn up off five shots Headshots, lil' stick in the box like Roddy, maybe the reason I'm cocky Bitch, free my brother, he in there fighting a body, we was like Jordan and Scottie With them chopsticks, we'll fry your noodle, this ain't no hibachi All this hot shit, it's gon' go right through you, case closed, it's a homi' I spent twelve fifty on some Louis shoes, bitch, I upped my fashion I act arrogant, I'm rockin' Rubins in my jeans, I'm saggin' I'm the type of nigga let you think shit cool, thеn I just start spazzin' Ballin' on these hoes likе Jordan Poole, and she love how I'm rappin' Get in with me, thick bad bitch gon' suck me up while I'm drivin' Roll 'em up, we turned his ass to Backwoods, he got smoked in traffic Ain't no pass this, green light, go, we clap him, blow till they subtract him Lil Grouchy told me: Why would he try to run like he don't know I'm accurate? He be tryna play like he wanna size me up, he must not know my savage Closed caskets, if the police ask us, we don't know what happened I remember jail calls all through Securus, can't come home, I'm trappin' I never argue with opps, can't take them serious, I'm just gon' start laughin' Fuckin' up these racks, hoes on my dick, that's why they mad at me Part-time pornstar, I got none but flicks inside my gallery Every time one of the bros get hit, my TooTurnt slide for weeks How y’all live stuck together inside a ditch, watch when you decide to speak? (Bitch) Phone ringin' up, pull up, leave shit cropped Lil' bro shoot them Glocks, still tell you tool with these props My lil' demons hot, in hell where we gon' rot I used to beat the block Like, what you need? Come shop Ha, bitch Lil Capalot in this bitch, man Y'all already know how the fuck I'm comin' Hey, bitch, don't run up on me talkin' 'bout no Polo and 'em, I know you on some fan shit Foe'nem called me cap, get the fuck on (Haha)