Kappin' Lyrics

Aye stop that luh kappin

We know you ain't trappin

Why do you be kappin

What you mean you packin

Bro you need to stop kappin

You don't get no racks in

You need to stop lackin

You stay wit the kappin

23s on my feet

But I ain't no gym man

Stay wit a pound

So Am i a trappah

Be in the kitchen

So I'm water whippin

My gun got extensions

That's my LIL villian

Need me a million

Before I get the children

Life I be chillin

Yo bitch I be Pimpin

Ima keep stacking and grindin

Flipping and shit

Jay bandz trap nigga

You know he gone flip

Known to be real

So how could I switch

Solid street nigga

I ain't a snitch

Pops told me tht

Ain't raise a bitch

Been in the streets

I'm made for this

Wesson and eagles

I'm ready for war

You see a beam

No shooting star

Still in the hood

But made it far

Don't got a bitch

I drive my own car

Life like a movie

When I'm off the bar

50 Clip long like skillet

Let the whole round off

Ops gotta feel it

No mo dogfood got the meal ticket

Back to the streets

I'm denis the menace

33 Shots no Scottie pippen

I ain't Jordan but I be winnin

If I dropped the wood tryna flip the switch

Fuck nigha you gotta die quick

Bad bitch and she slim thick

She finna hop up in my whip

Shorty know I'm 2 legit

I couldn't quit got plenty sticks

Ya girl know I be the man

I been the man since I was 6

Real nigha till I d-I-e

Till that day I still rock TNG

Move in traffic real comfortably

In public BUT wouldn't step to me

Seen me and went the other way

How tf he be tryna klaim the streets

In the streets eat or get ate

Lion in this jungle so im the king

Got off of work

Put the work on the scale

If I gotta shoot at 12

Pray I ain't goin to jail

If I get locked up Know I'm gone make bail

Get big packs gone sum like that mail

Win fast races can't be slow snail

I came up now can I make XL

Run thru the field wit the sack action Jackson

But I got music fame sum like mike Jackson

Don't try to test my gangsta ain't no kappin

TNG gang team never lackin

Free von next month

It's gone be lavish

Rude like Rick

Hoes no im manish

Bad bitch in my face

Say she speak Spanish

Show her I'm playa

But she still a challenge

Made us a brand

No kawhi New balance

Smokin on the ops ass

Wood burn slow kuz he gas

Love countin money

When I'm mad

Gotta big gun up in my bag

Let off hella shots bout the max

Gas posed to help me relax

On this beat I felt I had to spazz

I'm Street nigha and you can check my stats

Aye stop all that luh kappin

We know you ain't trappin

Aye stop all tht luh kappin

What you mean you packin

Aye stop all that luh kappin