Capers lyrics

[Chorus]
Blow, paranoid blood grab a pole
Boolin with my new b*tch look like Amber Rose
Your b*tch drove me from the K i think she really smart
She ain't take our seatbelt off till we cross Lincoln Park
Damn I wish that i can pour up with my n*gga spark
Lotta sh*t that I ain't know they left me in the dark
Tired than a b*tch i been chasing paper
Took two hours out my day to take your b*tch to Capers

[Verse]
Pop up with the little dreads neck look like a glacier
b*tch, have you lost your f*cking mind
You had your turn for a little minute now its mine
It's funny how I turned the city up without trying
Last year I was broke ain't nobody have sh*t to say
Now I got a buzz and everybody wanna hate
They never liked me anyway, f*ck em all they gotta pay
Do em up close with the Dra, have that b*tch singing like Faith
Everybody got killa in they blunts
Pass around Gelato, 41 and Runtz
I wasn't trying to take your spot n*gga you got evicted
I can't believe this rap sh*t got n*ggas in they feelings
I got some n*ggas up the way that made a bad decision
Right or wrong my n*ggas sliding b*tch I'm blasting with em
I was showing love when really i ain't have to
A couple months pass and now I'm damn near past you
My brother told me if you trappin rappin ain't for you
Put water around my neck yeah i spent a few
Everybody in my face got some sh*t to say
Still screamin zone life I'm from the other way
Where I'm from n*ggas is blessed to see another day
Got some threats on instagram and bought another K
In the back getting high with the club owners
Big clock nine and it got a drum on it
Coming out the club can't believe them n*ggas pop me up
Took four shots them b*tches still tried to lock me up
I took five thousand to the set but it was not enough
I ain't complain about sh*t I went and got it up
Hustle jeans tight as hell both pockets knotted up
You ain't active with that b*tch get your bodies up
Take it back to Lavish in '05 we pullin hotties up
Yeah they put me on that list but I don't give a f*ck
Two redbones in a loft they both lit as f*ck
I see n*ggas fighting for they spot, b*tch give it up
I don't really be f*cking with clubs I be whipping up
If I do you gon see some foreign sh*t sitting up
Can't complain about the little sh*t we tryna live it up
Me and that bag fell in love ain't no splitting up
If I hit him with this big chop ain't no getting up
f*ck hitting the bricks I ain't gon stop till we rich as f*ck