Kap On

Lyrics

[Intro] (Lil RoN on the track, boy) Good lookin' on this bitch, Ron KrispyLife [Verse] Dog, dog, tell the truth, you just rap, you out of line I heard you cap at least a hundred times She asked was this drank? I lied and said, "This granny wine" Can't cook me shit if it got swine Only hit the coochie if I got the time In Source Creek makin' plays with a soccer mom Ayy, what's up with all these street niggas droppin' dimes? If a nigga hit my dog, I wouldn't even tell my mom Niggas say I go dumb, I done lost my mind Bro dropped a Rolex, he really paid for time Your nigga died and none of us tried to hide Nobody from your side tried to slide You be payin' hoes to fuck? That's what you on? Make a bitch eat a P and get her sucky on Come home off that slap with like eighty phones That's what my lil' niggas **** and **** be on I don't fuck with these rappers, I don't support no sauce If you want a feature, need four hundred or some strongs And if you shoppin' petty, please don't call my phone Pull over here, I need to use the payphone 'Bout to call my doctor and see if this play on You broke and dusty, what I'ma hate on? Drop an opp and throw a party, but only if they gone Gotta upgrade 'cause I couldn't go outside with my phone Matter fact, brodie, spin the block I'm 'bout to knock a nigga pocket off You took pictures, ain't no fake buffs, you need to knock it off Niggas talk tough as hell but be Cotton Soft Loose-ass lips, fuck nigga, I'm 'bout to knock 'em off Oh, that's your mans? I'm 'bout to knock him off Just fucked your bitch, I'm 'bout to drop her off Shoot your granddad forty times if he get involved I ain't gon' lie, the cap off with niggas Beam and all Glocks, play Zap Zone with niggas I need twenty thousand for this TracFone, my nigga Whatever you need, my white boy'll go and get it Obsessed, sell out straight drop or show me how to whip it Mama called and sent an Act', we told her we was makin' biscuits Swing the chop left and right, it look like I'm playin' tennis Can't take niggas nowhere 'cause brodie be trippin' I don't tolerate disrespect, I'm set up different It's like it got intercepted, you gotta mail it different Or we can get a few fill-ups and drive to get it