Cappin’ lyrics

[Intro: Fredo Santana]
b*tch I'm cappin
b*tch I'm Cappin
(Mafia)

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
b*tch I'm cappin' (b*tch I'm cappin')
b*tch I'm cappin' (b*tch I'm caaaappin')
b*tch I'm cappin' (b*tch I'm cappin')
b*tch I'm cappin'
Margiela’s on
Flexin' to this song
Bad b*tches with me
Showing me they thong-ong-ong
b*tch I'm cappin' (b*tch I'm cappin')
b*tch I'm cappin'
Got this Glock on me
Yeah I'm gon squeeze
Wish a n*gga would run up on me
b*tch I'm cappin' (b*tch I'm cappin')
b*tch I'm cappin' (b*tch I'm caaappin')
b*tch I'm cappin' (b*tch I'm cappin')
b*tch I'm cappin'

[Verse 1: Baby Ceo]
b*tch I'm cappin'
Trynna make a f*ckin' mil up off this rappin'
Sick and tired
Of all these fufu ass n*ggas trynna cap me
Don't make me send them hittaz round the corner
And start clappin'
Nun' but Youngin's in charge
Baby CEO The Captian
b*tch I'm cappin'
b*tch I'm cappin'
Gettin head while I'm relaxin'
Shooters spark you
Like some matches
Shootin' back to back
No basket
Cali trip
I love to traffic
Shootin' sh*t
Ain' never lackin'
Smokin' gas
Ain' never passin'
CEO
You know the status
Big ball sh*t
Im livin' savage
Gettin' rich
Don't need no taxes
Wanna fight?
b*tch Im just cappin'
n*ggas know that I ain't lackin'
Boom get gone you think its magic
Free my n*gga gone for clappin'
Come here b*tch and drop them panty
Long Live Cap
That why we cappin'
(That why we cappin!)
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
b*tch I'm cappin' (b*tch I'm cappin')
b*tch I'm cappin' (b*tch I'm caaaappin')
b*tch I'm cappin' (b*tch I'm cappin')
b*tch I'm cappin'
Montana's on
Flexin' to this song
Bad b*tches with me
Showing me they thong-ong-ong
b*tch I'm cappin' (b*tch I'm cappin')
b*tch I'm cappin'
Got this Glock on me
Yeah I'm gon squeeze
Wish a n*gga would run up on meeee
b*tch I'm cappin' (b*tch I'm cappin')
b*tch I'm cappin'

[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
See Ima Cap regardless
See Ima Glo the hardest
Money so long
Lets see who's sh*t the farthest
Excuse me
Pardon me
Ima trap regardless
b*tch up all on me
Tell her blow me like a cartridge
My n*ggas in the club
Turnt
Ready just to start sh*t
Please don't think you bulletproof
Or you gon' be a target
Bullets hit yo head and neck
And now you in a coffin
Mama shoulda told you not to f*ck with real bosses
All my n*ggas with the sh*ts
And catchin' super bodies
Pull-up on the scene
And we wackin' everybody
And we wackin' everybody
Pull-up on the scene
And we wackin' everybody
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
b*tch I'm cappin' (b*tch I'm cappin')
b*tch I'm cappin' (b*tch I'm caaaappin')
b*tch I'm cappin' (b*tch I'm cappin')
b*tch I'm cappin'
Montana's on
Flexin' to this song
Bad b*tches with me
Showing me they thong-ong-ong
b*tch I'm cappin' (b*tch I'm cappin')
b*tch I'm cappin' (R.I.P Cap man)
Got this Glock on me
Yeah I'm gon squeeze
Wish a n*gga would run up on meee
b*tch I'm cappin' (miss you bro)
b*tch I'm cappin' (b*tch I'm cappin')