CAP N GOWN ft. $quidnice Lyrics

If it ain't money

It's hasta la vista

I get the work

A little cheaper

I'm bout to throw

Out my phone

I'm about to get

Me a beeper

I'm on the block so hot

Got a fever

Learned from the traphouse

Not my teacher

Spinning all day

Like ballerinas

I'm back like Jesus

On easter

You say you down with it

Nigga it's up

If it's up then it's stuck

I'm smoking your dead mans

Don't give a fuck

How many niggas could

Fit in this blunt

Damn damn

Shawty eat me like a lunch

Niggas know i'm getting bread

All these niggas

They be crumbs

All these niggas is some bums

Go get some money

Go and get a gun

Better wear how you run

Hollow tips coming

Hotter then the sun

Hottest nigga out

Word to my son

If I ain't have one

Then you would get bun

Every last one of you

Niggas is chumps

That nigga still alive

Why he in the trunk

We put in work in the town

Nigga i'm shutting it down

Yea like somebody

Give me my crown

You outside broke

Your mother ain't proud

Go get some toys

For your child

Niggas smell like

Black n milds

Like how the fuck

They chatting now

Graduated from the streets

Cap and gown

Graduated from the trap

Made it back off a pack

Couldn't kick through

The front

Lock picked through

The back

Big dog barking

Circle the block when parking

He got locked one time

Singing like he Kelly Clarkson

Wipedown

Chalk him

Two guns hit the target

I pop a perc nauseous

I fuck that bitch

Im exhausted

You heard that

I think the pussy just farted

Got her running like a faucet

Nizzle never gotta force it

All these niggas is some bums

Go get some money

Go and get a gun

Better wear how you run

Hollow tips coming

Hotter then the sun

Hottest nigga out

Word to my son

If I aint have one

Then you would get bun

Every last one of you

Niggas is chumps

That nigga still alive

Why he in the trunk

We put in work in the town

Nigga i'm shutting it down

Yea like somebody

Give me my crown

You outside broke

Your mother aint proud

Go get some toys

For your child

Niggas smell like

Black n milds

Like how the fuck

They chatting now

Graduated from the streets

Cap and gown

Wipedown

Chalk him

Two guns hit the target

I pop a perc nauseous

I fuck that bitch

Im exhausted

You heard that

I think the pussy just farted

Got her running like a faucet

Nizzle never gotta force it