Cap A Lot lyrics

[Intro]
Yo
B-Eazy, that's my slime

[Chorus]
Yeah, these days, n*ggas like to cap a lot (Cap a lot)
Bandana wrapped around the Glock, I call it 'Pac (Call it 'Pac)
Yeah, yeah, take the murder rate and push it up a notch
Yeah, yeah, dissing in them songs what got your brother shot

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I got a gangsta' b*tch, I make her f*ck the opps (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause when she f*cking on ya, she gon' send the drop (Yeah, yeah)
I slang iron, but I like to rap a lot, yeah (Okay)
I got mob ties, just like Rap-a-Lot, yeah
I keep a stick, my heart cold, popsicle (Poppa', poppa')
Hollow tips make a n*gga do the Wiggle (Yeah)
Catch your shooter, bend him up, we make him cripple (Skrr, skrr, bow, bow)
I dream of murder, got a Glock under my pillow
I drop a bag and tell Osama, "f*ck it up" (Yeah, yeah)
Bullets hit the stomach, give him bubble guts (Yeah, yeah)
n*ggas wanna try me but don't got the guts (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause they know talkin' fly can get your feathers plucked (Yeah)
Grab the stick and burn a n*gga like chlamydia
Play with me, my shooters come and f*ck the city up (f*ck that n*gga)
Rappers like to ride di*k, tell 'em, "Giddy up" (b*tch)
Don't trust a b*tch, got my stick f*ckin' on a sl*t
I been puttin' that iron on n*gga's back since Bebo (Bebo)
This is not a Smith and Wesson, this a Draco (This a Draco, b*tch)
They say them n*ggas stacking bodies just like Legos
Take you out for the cream, that's a Maxo
[Chorus]
These days, n*ggas like to cap a lot
These—these days, n*ggas like to cap a lot
These—these days, n*ggas like to cap a lot
These—these days, n*ggas like to cap a lot

[Outro]
Cap a lot
Cap a lot
Cap a lot
Cap a lot