Cap or Die lyrics
by Jay Critch
[Intro]
(The streets need you, my n*gga)
Yeah, uh (Beat Gang)
Ballout Baby in this motherf*cker, n*gga
Million cash in this b*tch, n*gga
Wraith outside right now, n*gga
You know how we comin', back to back Maybachs, n*gga
Benzes, n*gga, SRT's, n*gga, Hellcats, n*gga (Inglewood sh*t)
Lil' hatin' ass n*gga
I see you hatin' all in your videos, your interviews, n*gga
Lil' f*ck n*gga (Lil' ass n*gga)
Ayy (Burr)
[Verse]
14 years old, I was breaking down P's (Breakin' sh*t down, n*gga)
At my auntie's house, I ain't care if she came in (n*gga)
Bills gettin' paid, she ain't care if I came in
Foes had the Glock and I had the F&N
I got it out the mud, I'ma get it through thick and thin (n*gga)
I was shocked when Sosa first pulled up in a Benz (Sos', baby)
I was on the block trappin' all night and day
I had two for five and I had three for ten (And I had five for twenty)
If you wanted somethin' that's when you could get it in (n*gga)
I got it for a good number, you know it ain't no mid (n*gga)
At the trap spot, we got choice sh*t (We got choices in this motherf*cker)
I don't know if I wanna tote the chopper or the SIG (Brrah)
Walkin' in AOD and pullin' off with your b*tch (Skrrt)
Racks in my pocket, all these hoes think I'm rich (Bands)
I put her on the flight, now she takin' off her 'fit (Flex)
I put her in the water, now she showin' me her tits (Flex)
I'm walkin' up to Saks and they showin' me they kicks (Hah)
Before I try the shoe on, she blowin' me a kiss (Mwah)
20K in my hand, blew it on my 'fit (Yeah)
Another twenty, I could've blew it on a b*tch, ayy (Ayy)
Four hundred in this cup, a dirty six (Lean)
I'm leanin', can't see behind the tint
Balenciaga steppin', could've paid your rent (Balenciaga steppin')
I know you never thought you'd see me in this Bent' (Skrrt)
Smoking Orange Cookies out the jar (Orange Cookies)
Blue hundreds, pinky fifties, and a SCAR (Blue hundreds)
Chopper got the light, hit you in the dark
You can be real, you can have heart
Everybody already know Ball a real street n*gga (Ballout)
I don't f*ck with rap n*ggas, only f*ck with street n*ggas (Haha)
Broad day, put your pus*y ass to sleep, n*gga (pus*y boy)
Broke ass n*gga, I throw some hundreds on a freak, n*gga (On that b*tch)
On that Trackhawk, drop them tracks, just went a hundred on a Jeep, n*gga (Hellcat)
You ain't seen no money, you ain't a street n*gga
If she ain't got no head on her body then she weak
Only exotics get me geeked
Mansion got the high ceilings, Miami on a beach
I pull up in a different foreign every week
Jet skis on the water, I'm somewhere in the sea
No location, I can't even drop a pin
Independent but I can buy a Benz
Whippin' Arm & Hammer, I don't need friends