Capeesh?! / Oh My! Lyrics

I need these racks in my pocket, capeesh?

You see a opp, then you get him, capeesh?

How the fuck you wife that hoe, she a treesh

.22s like Butler, I keep that heat on me

Came a long way with this rap shit

I came a long way with this rap shit

I feel like 21 Savage

I got a brand new Draco, I ain't lackin'

I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 M's in my bank account

I'ma put my dick inside yo' bitch and then I'm finna take it out

I ain't talkin' 'bout kissin', but my bro was in the mud, tryna make it out

Yeah, he got that Smith &, yeah, he got that- he finna aim it now

Pew pew, pew pew, pew pew

He won't miss

Pew pew, pew pew, pew pew

He won't miss

I got a stick and it came with a dick and it came with a muhfuckin' shhh

I got your bitch and she swallow my kids and she suckin' it, makin' it twitch

I feel like Carti, I love her, I hate her, my hands on my stick like a witch

We got them sticks and we ready to shoot, we caught him 4K like Twitch

Oh my, oh my, oh my God

Oh my, oh my, oh my God

Oh my, oh my, oh my God

Oh my, oh my, oh my God

Walk in this bitch and I pull up with my stick

I got ya bitch and she suck on my dick

My bruddas got my back they got my six

My brudda can't put that cup down, said, "Don't touch my Tris"

He really need it

He really want it

He ain't mean it

When he said he off it

He finna go to the pharmacy and just buy all of it

We finna go to Neiman's and just buy all of it

Gucci, Prada, Coco, Louis

I got these dead presidents with me, I feel like Uzi

Pull up on oppa, he finna get hit with a toolie

One hit off the Runtz, I'm feelin' so woozy

I need these racks in my pocket, capeesh?

You see a opp, then you get him, capeesh?

How the fuck you wife that hoe, she a treesh

.22s like Butler, I keep that heat on me

Came a long way with this rap shit

I came a long way with this rap shit

I feel like 21 Savage

I got a brand new Draco, I ain't lackin'

I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 M's in my bank account

I'ma put my dick inside yo' bitch and then I'm finna take it out

I ain't talkin' 'bout kissin', but my bro was in the mud, tryna make it out

Yeah, he got that Smith &, yeah, he got that- he finna aim it now

Pew pew, pew pew, pew pew

He won't miss

Pew pew, pew pew, pew pew

He won't miss

I got a stick and it came with a dick and it came with a muhfuckin' shhh

I got your bitch and she swallow my kids and she suckin' it, makin' it twitch

I feel like Carti, I love her, I hate her, my hands on my stick like a witch

We got them sticks and we ready to shoot, we caught him 4K like Twitch

Oh my, oh my, oh my God

Oh my, oh my, oh my God

Oh my, oh my, oh my God

Oh my, oh my, oh my God