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TIMEOUT (FREESTYLE) Video (MV)




Performed By: Capt
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Elijah Fogler




Capt - TIMEOUT (FREESTYLE) Lyrics




I'm a bad bitch slayin', a good pipe layin' Housewife takin', play a motherf*cker
I'm a big rack makin', chronic paper chasin' Blue strips savin', hustlin' motherf*cker

This nigga brought his bitch around, I introduce her to the dawgs
She ain't listenin' to Capt, make that hoe go face the wall
She in time out, when she comin' out, take off them drawers
Ain't no eeny, meeny, miny, moe, that bitch gon' f*ck us all
When the rent due, she get extra freaky with the knob
It's like I'm orderin' off the menu, tell her, give me extra slob
It ain't trickin' if you got it, bitch, I'm Capt, I got it all
You would think my name was Ash, cause how much I throw my balls
Scrollin' through my phone, you would think I caught them all
I got three in every state, and a few that's overseas
They all know the rules, when you with Capt, you don't use your feet
Keep that bitch on her knees, with her hands behind her back
Like a prisoner of war, but she never been to Iraq

I ain't got no problem with them niggas that been hatin
Keep bringin' my name up, you know how much I'm makin
Hunnid grand, man, I could show you tax statements

If I point to that nigga, he gon' get a spankin
Ain't gotta say a word, my youngins know just what I'm thinkin
They called me Capt, even back when I was lower rankin
Take my chains off in the booth, I don't like the clankin
Don't bring no new niggas around me, that shit make me anxious
They act suspicious, drop em off, paramedics bring blankets

The only thing that cause my nerves is when I'm countin' franklins
Just put it in a money machine, I ain't got much patience
Them DJs take you as a joke, I'm treated like a heart attack
Yo hoe knockin' down some wood, we just call it lumberjack

She go past that welcome mat, then you probably won't get her back
Only approached her cause her ass was fat, hit it from the back
She throw it back, you know the result of that, whole lotta clappin
Them niggas in a fraternity, whole lotta cappers

We be steppin', got a problem, let's address it Shoot the messenger, that's how I send a message
I suggest you tuck your necklace
The youngest been movin' reckless, actin' wild and they restless
Hittin' licks and gettin' on Instagram live for the flexin

I refuse for my death to be another nigga's blessing
I'ma keep on countin' blue strips and clutchin' this Smith & Wesson
Clutchin' this Smith & Wesson
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English

I'm a bad bitch slayin', a good pipe layin' Housewife takin', play a motherf*cker
I'm a big rack makin', chronic paper chasin' Blue strips savin', hustlin' motherf*cker

This nigga brought his bitch around, I introduce her to the dawgs
She ain't listenin' to Capt, make that hoe go face the wall
She in time out, when she comin' out, take off them drawers
Ain't no eeny, meeny, miny, moe, that bitch gon' f*ck us all
When the rent due, she get extra freaky with the knob
It's like I'm orderin' off the menu, tell her, give me extra slob
It ain't trickin' if you got it, bitch, I'm Capt, I got it all
You would think my name was Ash, cause how much I throw my balls
Scrollin' through my phone, you would think I caught them all
I got three in every state, and a few that's overseas
They all know the rules, when you with Capt, you don't use your feet
Keep that bitch on her knees, with her hands behind her back
Like a prisoner of war, but she never been to Iraq

I ain't got no problem with them niggas that been hatin
Keep bringin' my name up, you know how much I'm makin
Hunnid grand, man, I could show you tax statements

If I point to that nigga, he gon' get a spankin
Ain't gotta say a word, my youngins know just what I'm thinkin
They called me Capt, even back when I was lower rankin
Take my chains off in the booth, I don't like the clankin
Don't bring no new niggas around me, that shit make me anxious
They act suspicious, drop em off, paramedics bring blankets

The only thing that cause my nerves is when I'm countin' franklins
Just put it in a money machine, I ain't got much patience
Them DJs take you as a joke, I'm treated like a heart attack
Yo hoe knockin' down some wood, we just call it lumberjack

She go past that welcome mat, then you probably won't get her back
Only approached her cause her ass was fat, hit it from the back
She throw it back, you know the result of that, whole lotta clappin
Them niggas in a fraternity, whole lotta cappers

We be steppin', got a problem, let's address it Shoot the messenger, that's how I send a message
I suggest you tuck your necklace
The youngest been movin' reckless, actin' wild and they restless
Hittin' licks and gettin' on Instagram live for the flexin

I refuse for my death to be another nigga's blessing
I'ma keep on countin' blue strips and clutchin' this Smith & Wesson
Clutchin' this Smith & Wesson
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Writer: Elijah Fogler
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