Rap Cap ft. Benny The Butcher Lyrics

Ah,

Man you know what we on (you know what we on)

I ain't even gotta explain myself no more to these niggas, ah

Big BSF huh

I made this shit look good, this shit really ugly though

Uh, they gon say the money changed me, But I'ma say the haters did it,

I watched them suckers bend the rules, But what I do, forgave them niggas

Making movies I played the villain Shake n' move and making millions Money calling, my line beeping

I had to tell em to wait a minute, Uh, Phillipe steak from table scraps

I don't like we're making raps

Enough dough saved up that

I can pay the label back

Overseas touring I'm staying at a Paris Hilton

Then a few weeks later a nigga ran into Paris Hilton

I made cocaine aroma smoke

We never got diplomas though

The President that's making drugs legal

That's who I'm voting for

You know BSF the stamp nigga

These killers uncontrollable

The hip hop police want my mug shot for these quotables

S-class, the new one to model

Pillows in the back and the rug so soft

Can't wear yo shoes when we riding

I'm used to beef all they do is some hollows

Keep playing

We got hand grenades shaped like Don Julio bottles, it's Butch nigga

Dope boy, pack man

Either way I stack bands

You rap niggas keep playin

I don't think y'all ever understand

Man

Tell em stop the rap cap

Broke nigga back back

Now I got the last laugh

No matter what I do I never half ass

My youngins hitting snatch and grabs

My city known for splashing glass

Hustle in my blood I'm always in my bag

Been at this since a young buck

Tell em get they bucks up

Had to stop the stagnancy I was acting stuck up

I'm glad to see you come up

Ain't no hating in my blood

G pops helped me escape the hood

Big cuz slid the verse back off the love

Shout out to the flood

Ain't nobody help me up got it out the mud

From the sco the west coast New York

Grilled steak new fork

Mama use to have me bring change in exchange for newports

You talking cribs I'm talking homes

You talking whips I'm talking boats

Thinking bout living along the coast

Ain't gotta park to stop and smoke

Once it start can't stop the smoke

The rest is murder is she wrote

The best is back for the throne

Still can't lack when I'm back home

In this Caddy DTS

With a baddie in a dress

I don't get mad I get even and flex

Roll up a jay just to even the stress

Don't know what's next but i know I'm bout a check

Independent mindset

That's why I ain't signed yet

Dope boy, pack man

Either way I stack bands

You rap niggas keep playin

I don't think y'all ever understand

Man

Tell em stop the rap cap

Broke nigga back back

Now I got the last laugh

No matter what I do I never half ass

My youngins hitting snatch and grabs

My city known for splashing glass

Hustle in my blood I'm always in my bag