CAP A LOT ft. Why Mark & J DOMS Lyrics

They wanna talk tough

Bitch I let 'em

But I ain't the type of dude to let them go and spread a message

I got demons I got anger got me on another level

I took a tab of LSD and think I saw the Devil

Got me all fucked up my mental

I do not fit in a stencil

Edit my skin with a pencil

Opp got the drop with a snub nose pistol

Shots blowing through like a whistle

Call it foul play but there ain't no official

Rather be dead than the life I'm living

Rather be broke than the checks I'm getting

Rather be high than the blacks I'm freaking

Rather be sober than tripping I'm geeking

Hold up bitch yuh

Hold my fucking pocket

Worried bout a Richard Millie

I'm worried bout a coffin

Taking all the drugs all I can

Ain't no point in stopping

Smoke whatever take whatever

If you got it bitch I'm poppin

Bitch I'm popping check the stats

Y'all get washed up here's a rag

I don't model but I'm bad

Y'all hear talking I hear cap

Out here lying he be capping

Call him CAPALOT

I'm in my prime like KSI so yeah I'm in my bag a lot

I grew up different in the south

My family called me fag a lot

It only take one bullet

It don't matter if you're fast or not

Like an astronaut  

Rather be high and alone

I don't say bye or hello

Stuck inside I'm on my own

By myself I'm in my zone

I'm in my zone I'm in my zone

Touchdown when I come through

Bust down when you walk through

My towns in it's own league

Cause it got me and I got proof

You is to weak you is 2D

You is not G so don't come through

Fuck you what you gone do

Fuck me

Well she can too

502 502 up in this bitch aye yuh

502 502 up in this bitch aye