"App Cap" lyrics

"App Cap"

What's happening, Chi Chi? (Yeah)
Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up (Mmm...)

Why that boy dick riding like he ain't got two feet for himself?
A lot of niggas hating, so I got two straps in my belt
He crossed out for some niggas that got him sitting in a cell
Riding deep in his twenties, as a man, he done failed (Pawn ass nigga)
Niggas be on Instagram tryna beef with me (What the fuck?)
I can't respond to that shit because you niggas too police (Pussy)
If it's really smoke, why you ain't leave it in the streets?
When them type of niggas die, everybody wanting peace

Niggas be so cap up on that app, I can't take 'em serious
Niggas be so cap up on that app, tryna impress these bitches
Niggas be so cap up on that app, tryna get some fame
Niggas be so cap up on that app, 'til we blow out his brains

Instagram ass niggas want some beef with me (Bitch)
He heard some Chiraq music, now his ass super street
Red [?] bitch, I'm in that super Jeep
You mad 'bout what I ain't do, but what the fuck you do for me?
Niggas jumping dick to dick
Risk they life just for a pic
Diss his opps just for a flick
Niggas on that groupie shit
I swear I don't wanna do this shit
But the money too legit
Fully-auto choppers, bitch, I'm riding with a super stick
Wet his fucking block, now them niggas got that coochie stench
Bitch, you know I keep it G, so I compliment the Gucci fit
When I drive fast, she say that shit make her coochie wet
When niggas start doing everything you doing, that's how you know you lit

Niggas be so cap up on that app, I can't take 'em serious
Niggas be so cap up on that app, tryna impress these bitches
Niggas be so cap up on that app, tryna get some fame
Niggas be so cap up on that app, 'til we blow out his brains

Fuck that cap ass shit, that rap ass shit, that whack ass shit (That whack ass shit)
Get that phone up out my face before I smack that shit
You bought designer tryna flex, you should've stacked that shit
Being dumb with your money, don't ask me for shit
Fuck a Instagram model, I can't pay for sex (I can't pay for sex)
Fuck a ho all type of ways like I created sex (I created sex)
Niggas worried 'bout other niggas, I be hating that
Chopper give his ass a haircut, bitch, we fading that
Headshot while he turned around, we gon' fade the back
I'm shooting while I'm running, Michael Jordan, bitch, I'm fading back
If I don't like your Prada, pussy nigga, I'ma take it back
Stand up on your word, pussy nigga, you can't take it back

Niggas be so cap up on that app, I can't take 'em serious
Niggas be so cap up on that app, tryna impress these bitches
Niggas be so cap up on that app, tryna get some fame
Niggas be so cap up on that app, 'til we blow out his brains (Brains)


Writer(s): Jacob Dutton, Saaheem Valdery, Chidi Steve Osondu, Rai'shaun Devante Williams
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