KAP AIN NAN Lyrics

Talkin' bout he got it on him, niggas lyin', niggas homeless

All that cap inside your rap, pussy boy, yo ass a phony

Dusse done got rich, off trap, bum ass nigga who I'm clonin

Talkin' out your neck, that shit gon' get you slapped in the face

Why the fuck you steal a phone from a bitch, yo ass a J

How the fuck you bite my hand? I done gave you hella pape

Nigga tried to bring up 150, what the fuck is that

Me and Char done gave you so much pape, we could've bought a track

Guess that shit that lesson learned, fuck a friend, I bridges burn

When I see your pussy, ass you Martin and I'm Tommy Hearn

Niggas know I raised him, uh, for like eight months straight

How the fuck you talkin' crazy when you slept inside my place

Feelin' just like Trump inside this bitch, I'm makin' America great

I done found out that boy gay, how you gay and still a J

How the fuck your bitch treat you like a child and you got one on the way

Yeah, you right, your ass was never gang cause, you never paper chase

Nigga talkin' bout, he put his pride aside, cause he bangin' pride

House arrest ain't stoppin' shit, lil' boy, you know, dusse, outside

Niggas smokin' hella roaches, but you know your ass ain't fried

Talkin' bout you, keep it on you, but your ass ain't got a fye

I see why they call you kap, your ass don't do nun' but lie

Think shit's sweet just cause I rap, your ass gon' be unalive

I'ma rap that baby and rock that baby ass lil' boy to sleep

You was blowin' up my phone when your ass need some to eat

Now his ass ain't got no phone, he ain't even got nowhere to sleep

Back and forth to court, I feel like Karl Malone on the jazz

Whole gang done hit my phone and told my ass just not to spaz

I done gave that pussy boy like chance after fucking chance

Who the fuck thought I really have to switch my fuckin' mans

Who the fuck thought I really had to, uh, ceiling, fan

Sad to say I gave a damn, now I don't really give a damn

Told that boy that life a gamble, crap out, yeah, that's Uncle Sam

Migo got that 19x , he went peanut butter without a jam

Boy, its to the point, I'm like, why would I kill you? I wanna beat you

Talkin' bout, ain touched a honey bun, boy your ass reachin

He done asked the whole gang for funds, his bum ass Leachin

That lil' boy know he is my son, he a motherfuckin' fetus

Pussy boy, your ass can't fight, Kel done gave your ass the beaters

Now I'm finna put em on you, you done gave my ass a reason

Boy, you had me fooled, I thought you like Sierras, you like Caesars

Uh, uh, you like men, uh, uh, you like boys