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Lyrics

[Intro: DooWop] I was nineteen, mama said I wasn't doin' the right thing, yeah Cap or die [Chorus: DooWop] I was nineteen, mama said I wasn't doin' the right thing Tote the F&N like it's licensed, yeah And you know we don't do no fightin' Knife on the chopper, it might slice him, yeah And come get this bitch that you wifin' Way she suck me up, this bitch is triflin', yeah I'm in LA more than a Laker But I'm from Chiraq, I ball like I'm Mike then, yeah [Verse 1: DooWop] I just spent a light ten, lil' bitch, she lightskin Took the confirmation, told the lil' bitch book the flight then And she say she like twins, wanna make a nice film Steady talkin' 'bout her ex, I say "I'm nothin' like him" Niggas out here hatin', I ain't nothin' like them Jumped in the water headfirst, that's a light swim (Swim) F&N touch his head, that's a light trim (Trim) One phone call, then he dead, sniper snipe him Been through so much pain that a nigga numb (Numb) We just spent 10K on guns, we ain't postin' not one (One) We was runnin' wild, used to do this shit for fun You can't stand around if you ain't tryna tote no guns [Chorus: DooWop] I was nineteen, mama said I wasn't doin' the right thing Tote the F&N like it's licensed, yeah And you know we don't do no fightin' Knife on the chopper, it might slice him, yeah And come get this bitch that you wifin' Way she suck me up, this bitch is triflin', yeah I'm in LA more than a Laker But I'm from Chiraq, I ball like I'm Mike then, yeah [Verse 2: G Herbo] Jewelry box look like a motherfuckin' light dance (Bling) Hurt a nigga literally, them bitches bitin' (Bling) Hit up Saks, cop shoes from Italy, I spend a light ten Cash you dream of savin', literally, I mix the Sprite in Did this shit my way, I'm far from average (Far from that) See that shit, attack it (Yeah), I'm a sack savage Rolled up with that bag (Yeah), I got back spasms And I'm back spazzin', still on my mathematics And I'm out here in Chiraq, it's still one up in my 'matic Got a 40 Glock filled with that ether, get illmatic, let off a ladder, we still in traffic Pull up, brrah 'til everybody scatter, go through his side, it fuck up his bladder We ain't really with that chitter-chatter, where you at, it don't matter I ain't never been to no college, I ain't a fratter, but I'm a Capper And I was drivin', Cap was my clapper, bitch, I'm a real Capper And all that talk in your mouth about Cap, pull up, how that feel, yapper? (Rrah, rrah) Used to be trippin' for real, now I'm a real rapper Might just go on one more hit and I'm gon' chill after 'Cause niggas do a lot of ho shit and I don't know how I feel about it Every single thing I got tatted on me, pussy, you'll get killed about it And the reason they jackin' my style, they love me 'cause everything real about it, bitch Ayy, Wopskino (Wopskino, uh) I know if I'm with it, you with it, we can get to that rápido We ridin' with two, three of them bitches, but we can't be sloppy, though Late night, I know you might still slide on Lil Papi, though Make the opps fall like dominoes Shoot 47, then vámonos Fuck niggas, I ain't with none of those Never could I honor one of those Head held high like I'm one of the most Flood out the hood, give 'em five hundred 'bows Everybody lookin' at me to score Whole gang dependin' on me, for sure, ayy [Outro: G Herbo] Herbo, gang gang, bitch, Cap or die Cap or die, Cappin' ain't dead, fuck nigga Cappin' ain't dead, bitch, you niggas scared Niggas scared