Lyrics

Uh El Kapitalé I know ya love me for the smooth rap style Blow up my jack 'cause you ain't seen me in a while I been doing my thing But now I'm back like a boomerang That's Ode You can tell you niggas never been nowhere You don't know how to act [Verse - Big Brody Ode] El Kapitalé I know ya love me for the smooth rap style Blow up my jack 'cause you ain't seen me in a while I been doing my thing But now I'm back like a boomerang And I'm carrying bags Popping tags Retail therapy Here in the flash of my life Can see barely Staring a blank stare Niggas appear so weird to me That it isn't fair that I should have to share the air I breathe Don't have no baby by me, baby Bе a single parent I'm too wavy to be thеre in my Burberry Bearing ya butt Swear I'ma cut I'm clearly oversharing But on beats, I open up like Sharon Stone I'm there and I'm gone There's a party in my home Meet me here with nothing but your earrings on Stays in some nookie You's a rookie You should stop You nor your daddy get pussy You's adopted [Chorus - Big Brody Ode] But you asking where the hoes at (Bitch, relax 'cause you're blowing mines) My brother in christ You, in fact, are the hoes (Nigga, relax, you're blowing mines) I brought my brother Lefty Van Lowe out tonight Whoa, calm down (Bitch, relax 'cause you're blowing mines) Mr. Van Lowe (what's up Ode?) Can the people get a word? Can we get a word? (I got you) (Nigga, relax) [Verse - Lefty Van Lowe] Not the one to settle with  Rings and things you sing about No, I don't want no settlements Only love dead presidents You just love my presence  I be on the go so much  Can't tell you where my residence  I've been lowkey every since Niggas started treating rappers like it's target practice What is practice? I've been at this like simple mathematics  You don't equal up  Not even a little, what? Humanity need a jump Good thing I got cables tucked  Press your luck I cannot express enough  All ya'll niggas extra  I've been getting paper cuts Thumbing through these checks, my love Buy you what? Bitch you nuts Baby here's a nut I might even fill a cup Yea, girl, drink it up I know you thirsty  Knew that in the first place I was in my worst place I just had to find a pace Steady moving to my own drum That's word to Ode and Drum Fu Get out of my zone Bitch, just leave me alone  [Chorus - Big Brody Ode] I'ma need y'all to show some decorum We brought Lefty out (Gotta chill) (Bitch, relax 'cause you're blowing mines) DMing me, begging for engagement Couldn't be me (Nigga, relax, you're blowing mines) Ay do me a favor Could you run this up? Like, share, comment (Bitch, relax 'cause you're blowing mines) El Kapitalé International Ode (Nigga, relax) [Outro - Big Brody Ode] And a nigga just became a U.S. Citizen You know If you knew, you knew If you didn't know, it was none of your business Anywho You know what I'm saying We back outside