KappMotion Lyrics

I heard the O-P-P's just got them a "V" now I'm tryna look for that whip

As long as you fuck on me and keep shit "P", you never will see me trip

Niggas irrelevant he not worth no hat we gone make his lil ass strip

All in my pictures I'm shooting the C's they like damn Mar, why you beefing with Crips?

I ain't even beefing with them, I'm shooting the C's for the niggas who be on that strip

You out here dissing but don't got a gun that's dumb, I'm just tryna give you a tip

No bap, the niggas I thought was the toughest I witnessed first hand I seen them dip

I told bro he see that car again, make sure that bitch get flipped

If I'm riding with bro and we got 2 30's, that mean we just both riding round with a Nip

If I ain't gone up it, I ain't gone blow it, 9 times out of 10 that bitch on my hip

I rock standard on the daily, its time to spin extended clips

I pop xanders they amaze me, I like lean that's what I sip

She say she gone get her brother bitch we gone see

I ask her "How tall is me?", then I ask her "How tall is he?"

She say "He gone fuck you up, my brother built just like a tree"

I say if he try it, the next time you gone see your brother is on a tee

I'm done showing love to niggas, I can't do features no more if you want it for free

We really be sharing these hoes, don't know why these hoes like fucking with me and T

So many sticks in rotation, I just go and grab it, I don't gotta pay for glee

This bitch over thick, slid in her DM "Its the ass for me"

These niggas be KappMotion

He think we cool, he tryna close that door, but that shit back open

Fuck her from the back, but she fuck back, this lil bitch back floating

I ain't never nut this fat, this lil bitch different she got a built in ocean

I get fried and go spit bars, I call that rap potion

Gone die if you out here naked, yea he had clothes but he was just out here loafing

Tryna crack jokes about that death, know you gone die for joking

Nigga got shot and he was so wet, he thought he was super-soaking

I don't play bout pape you can die bout that, nigga know I shoot for tokens

When its time to drill, stay on that drill, don't get thrown off stay focused

That nigga died, threw a black and some ones on his casket, that shit there so bogus

This not a vec, but its a 30 my shit over poking

We fucking, I'm doing my thang, she tell me slow down 'cause boy you over stroking

Ever since I was young they said I'm the one, I guess I'm over-chosen

Dammo chain around my neck, this bitch over-frozen

We made the lil nigga freeze, put the glock in his face, now his hands in the air he posing