CAP (feat. WLD CRD & DopeNorTeria) Video (MV)

What it is, what it ain't cap
If the price is right it'll get you laid flat
In the A these folk'll clap you ASAP
Why I say my prayers and keep a K strapped
But I met my credit scammer up at Lenox (this my nigga)
See him in the evening and got a separate business (this his picture)
Told me he could put us on at a good percentage
Girl you gotta run yo games on these niggas
That's a meal ticket, pyramid it
A nice fitted, a pedi, and a flight ticket
The right whip if you nice and you right with it
I got a D2 (too) committed and he still tippin'
Be dropping me off at the Phipps then I meet with Lenox
And he'll take my lil grip and let his man flip it
On my boss independent if you tryna live it
Hit me asap
Bring yo lil stacks
To his crib, to this addy
And it's all caps
Cap, cap, cap, cap, cap, cap
Run it
Cap, cap, cap, cap, cap
Keep it running
Cap, cap, cap, cap, cap, cap
Run it
Cap, cap, cap, cap, cap, cap
Run yo game on it, ooh
Cap, cap, cap, cap, cap, cap
Run it
Cap, cap, cap, cap, cap
Keep it running
Cap, cap, cap, cap, cap, cap
Run it
Cap, cap, cap, cap, cap, cap
Run yo game on it, ooh
She be on that face Fenty, long Remy
Ask for the number, it's her cousin Iggy's
Only need a nigga for the skeeyee, it's easy
In one day to hit a 3 peat for the specie
EIN for the boobies
Nigga betta have the three 6's like Lucy
Fur coat over where the heart be
But damn I subscribe to it weekly She ain't got no problem when it's green involve
When it all dry up tell me who she call
Making fast bucks just to chill with stars and all
Just know every bright light dims to dark
Cap, cap, cap, cap, cap, cap
Run it
Cap, cap, cap, cap, cap
Keep it running
Cap, cap, cap, cap, cap, cap
Run it
Cap, cap, cap, cap, cap, cap
Run yo game on it, ooh
Cap, cap, cap, cap, cap, cap
Run it
Cap, cap, cap, cap, cap
Keep it running
Cap, cap, cap, cap, cap, cap
Run it
Cap, cap, cap, cap, cap, cap
Run yo game on it, ooh
C-A-P, well it aint nothing but the drumsticks and THC
A nigga 30 doing 30 for some new LV's
A bunch of feds watching youngins gettin' too wealthy
Like put the caps on em, introduce a new bail fee
And keep the folk OD'd
They got the dope boys spicin' up, the new Mel B
And gave em Insta-model bodies for the Goodwill cheap
Ya catch a body, spray a body on a XL tee
I seen a homie drop before he dropped his new LP
Like this is ATL baby, it be wild out East
Like ain't no room but for the caskets and brunch all week
The 32-ounce beef
And for the shootout sprees
I seen a homie catch a case and catch a outright plea
The homies told him hold it down and he'll be out by three
That nigga caught thirteen and now it's no canteen
His mama ask if it was worth it, "Baby you tell me."
Cap, cap, cap
Keep it runnin'
Cap, cap, cap
Keep it runnin'
Cap, cap, cap
Run it
Cap, cap, cap, cap,
Run yo game on it, ooh
Cap, cap, cap
Keep it runnin'
Cap, cap, cap
Keep it runnin'
Cap, cap, cap
Run it
Cap, cap, cap, cap,
Run yo game on it, ooh