Capeesh ft. whoisgeno Lyrics

(You move, you die)

Me and my dawgs kicking shit like Messi (Yeah)

She do it Messi, wet like a jet ski

Wet like the side of a boat (Ok, ok)

Swam in that drip for so damn long, I had to motherfuckin' float (Ok, ok)

Ain't showing no emotions, my heart too cold, blow a bag onna coat, yeah (Let's go)

Hold up shawty, I can't speak

Nigga tried to play with me, I got that bag, that Fetti in reach

Ears hearing all this chatter when I pull up, that talking gon' cease, capeesh

Baby that cake fat, but you knew that, want a piece, sheesh

Fashion on me, it be dripping like water, Poseidon

Walk on the beat, I be glidin'

Look at Cam Fetti and G for some guidance

We giving nothing but silence

Shit really sad when the ones you love dying, I'm paranoid from all the sirens

If I said it was peachy 'round me I'd be lying, don't got no more tears for the crying

I'm all in her mind, give that brain to me

She think I'm the one, got her claiming me

You not having motion, you staying you see

Saying nobody helped, but you came to me

And you holding me back, you got chains on me

Your energy wack and you draining me

Only fucking with you when you laying with me

I'm done with it, please don't explain to me (Oh no)

Don't wanna hear what you sayin'

She on her knees like she praying

Give me my shit if you payin'

I need that shit, no delaying

I'm talkin' ASAP, pronto (Now)

Rolling that gelato up in a fronto, we wrap it up like Toronto

I'm steppin' out, 'round my waist Ferragamo

And you know I'm with a fine ho (Of course)

Told her I'm leaving, but I'm a make time though

I take her up to a condo (To the tippity top)

We going nine rounds like Rondo

I beat it up like a bongo (Beat it)

I beat it up with a combo

Keep it anonymous, John Doe (Shhhhh)

Me and my dawgs kicking shit like Messi (Yeah)

She do it Messi, wet like a jet ski

Wet like the side of a boat (Side of the boat)

Swam in that drip for so damn long, I had to motherfuckin' float (Yeah, I had to float)

Ain't showing no emotions, my heart too cold, blow a bag onna coat, yeah (Woah, ok)

Hold up shawty, I can't speak (I can't)

Nigga tried to play with me, I got that bag, that Fetti in reach

Ears hearing all this chatter when I pull up, that talking gon' cease, capeesh

Baby that cake fat, but you knew that, want a piece, sheesh