Real Caps Freestyle ft. Bandlab Chemist & Lil Dad Lyrics

Get out the beat yeah

Say it's GG

She said she wanna own it

Yeah

She said she wanna yeah

yeah

She said she wanna own it

Yeah

She said she wanna go in the DP

Yeah

She said she wanna own it

Yeah

She said she wanna own it

Yeah

She said she wanna yeah

Yeah

Go with me

Yeah

Yeah

Baby I'm loving your style

I love these smiles

Yeah

Yeah

I love where you are right now

Yeah

Yeah

Doin' your thing, you work

uh

Uh

Doin' your thing, you work

yeah

Doin' your thing, you work

Ay

So independent

You a star

What goes on your mind

You got it fine

She said she wanna

Go with me

Let's go

What you waiting for

I can treat you to the thing you like

uh huh

Treat you right, I know you got a big appetite

See what you're doing, got your phone on save

Leave your phone to be buzzin

Ride rich and be buzzin

Wanna take a little time with the tea that you're irritated

I don't wanna be fussin

Probably got no time for the rest

So many people to be trustin

They handicapped, they needed some clutches

It's so normal, yeah, it's so generic

What you so cussin

Most of them girls be plastic

But I just pray y'all life is slowly

They can't hold on to you

Nah, nah, nah, nah

I feel you making me hate

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm on your weed on a pace

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

You fuck all the other shit

I'm talking like this

This a real rap, real trap

I bout to start

Rap it all out from my heart

Everything that's a rap

Believe I know you can understand

This wannabe

Spoken by the words you be

Check it for the verification

This a real caps

May you be taken down

That I need this

All to be ASAP

There's a deal in this

Week on week

Yes indeed, real caps

I be the map

Now point the navigation

The direction to the clues

Your answer will be told

I be your director

Your navigator

Food already close to eat

May we finish our expedition

This is our style

Who is what you want to be

I be sure what it's like to be

He said get out the beat, yeah

Yeah, I got that fucking shit on me, on me

Yeah, I fucking got that shit up on my back

You know how I rap

Little dad is back

Yeah, I fucking got that

You know how I be

On a fucking track

Like a hop and a hit

And I got that fucking scotch

That's what I fucking sip

Every time I get that fucking shit to take a talk

I be on that fucking watch

It's like it's a clock

But I'm dropping that shit off

Down in Massachusetts

See what I'm saying

I be turning everywhere

Which way to go

Again, I fucking find it

I find it every day

You know how the fuck I play

Got that fucking shit I made

And I fucking make it back

Make that fucking shit back up on

On top of the fucking shot

You know how the fuck it be

Though when I'm going it be easy

I go in that fucking shit

Just like I'm living in Ibiza

You know how that fucking breeze be

When I'm blowing on the trees

I got that shit can hold down on the knees

Yeah, that fucking bitch be fucking sucking

Got that fucking shit, look

It be a chicken

You know how she make love

You know how I'm on the fucking dick

Got that on the motherfucking lip

That I want

Every time I fucking shit