Life Off The Cap lyrics

[Intro: Gunna & Lil Uzi Vert]
(Me and Wheezy, that's the wave)
Mmm, mmm
Yah, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah

[Chorus: Gunna]
Got rich, now I live off of rap (rap)
They broke, couldn't get out the trap (nah)
n*gga just live off the cap (cap)
I bet on myself, ain't gon' crack
I still gotta sleep with a strap
Yeah I'm for mine and wet the same n*gga, I adapt
Told my mans, leave that boy head in his lap
Then we right back to pickin' up bread across the map

[Verse 1: Gunna]
I got this lil' b*tch excited
Just like my car and my weed, she exotic
I'm goin' foreign, can't bring everybody
Had the opps shakin' like he workin' phallus (pus*y)
Go back and forth, word to challah
Throw down a murder, it's just a deposit
Hunnid a verse and I dropped out of college
These hoe n*ggas don't like it, but they still gon' bite it
Harder car, robotic, hard kit
Thinly life ain't nobody, hard hit
The Rolls Royce a big body, ah sh*t
They ride on that di*k like a Harley
I drop my coke on it, she wanna blow on it
Syrup in my cup holder, lac got a kit on it
The realest just like Tony (uh)
I bet my whole life on it (yah)
[Chorus: Gunna]
Got rich, now I live off of rap (rap)
They broke, couldn't get out the trap (nah)
n*gga just live off the cap (cap)
I bet on myself, ain't gon' crack
I still gotta sleep with a strap
Yeah I'm for mine and wet the same n*gga, I adapt
Told my mans, leave that boy head in his lap
Then we right back to pickin' up bread across the map

[Verse 2: Nechie]
Get him whack, so we get on the word
I was trappin' that sh*t out the car
I was taught when you shoot, hold your own tight
Put it in that work, make your arm break
Yeah, that money get rid of a n*gga
Man, them young n*ggas lay on you all night
f*ck your dog (dog)
Shadda baby, big boss (big boss)
Spell it all in a cross (yeah)
Lay your chin in your lap, b*tch
Man, you boys ain't gon' stop with the cap sh*t (quit the cap)
Make a mess if you play with the set (make a mess)
My wrist and my neck is so wet (so wet)
Test me, pull on your block, make it messy (make it messy)
Pocket heavy, living so good and so wealthy (wealthy)
[Chorus: Gunna]
Got rich, now I live off of rap (rap)
They broke, couldn't get out the trap (nah)
n*gga just live off the cap (cap)
I bet on myself, ain't gon' crack
I still gotta sleep with a strap
Yeah I'm for mine and wet the same n*gga, I adapt
Told my mans, leave that boy head in his lap (uhh)
Then we right back to pickin' up bread across the map (pick it up, pick it up)