Rap Cap - Stickz

Minkzy

L1 The Producer

Stizz

Get back

M2B baby

Fuck Diddy, fuck them haters

Muh

What?

You reckon it’s rap cap?

'Til I leave suttin' flatter than flat akh

Skiddy-pap like Shaq akh

Do you like a fly in the air and just clap that

Pull man’s card like blackjack

Don’t Snapchat 'cah we’re preein' up that-that

If I open this rucksack

You’ll be all toast, laid out like flapjacks

Little nigga don’t lack-lack

There is a reason I’m dressed in black-black

Big .45, get slap-clap

They already know we got slap and attack akh

From the jakes still breezin'

How you mean?

Man haffi ball all season

I mean all season

It don’t make money?

Ain’t got no reason

The smoke that I smoke is potent

This L pack got my head back open

I am the king of this motion

He said that I ain’t?

Then it’s rock he’s smokin'

Hand ting, shotgun totin'

Get a flick-shank or rambo pokin'

I beg man think I’m jokin'

Soak him, hole in his head like a dolphin

This brown one wants chokin'

Gettin' long strokes, I don’t know how she’s copin'

Get bread, don’t be out 'ere loafin'

Boastin', then get hit with the chrome ting

Roll up, man weren’t expectin'

What’s man sayin'?

It’s a rhetorical question

Mind out, he’s gonna get a injection

Teeth on the top, wanna juk him, it’s temptin'

What?

You reckon it’s rap cap?

'Til I leave suttin' flatter than flat akh

Skiddy-pap like Shaq akh

Do you like a fly in the air and just clap that

Pull man’s card like blackjack

Don’t Snapchat 'cah we’re preein' up that-that

If I open this rucksack

You’ll be all toast, laid out like flapjacks

Little nigga don’t lack-lack

There is a reason I’m dressed in black-black

Big .45, get slap-clap

They already know we got slap and attack akh

From the jakes still breezin'

How you mean?

Man haffi ball all season

I mean all season

It don’t make money?

Ain’t got no reason

I know man on first name basis

Now he wan' rap 'bout boots and laces

I buss when I buss my cases

Stizz Buck Five when I cut them faces

Fuck Diddy, fuck them haters

Man can’t stop, Diddy, stop my paper

I’ma stop doin' man these favours

But I won’t stop doin' man with this shaver

It’s natural behaviour

Who wants beef?

I’ll fuckin' cater

Make niggas meet their maker

Then I got scroom tryna see man later

G’s and P’s

At the boy’s neck like a Jesus piece

Wap in his face, let me see the P’s

Or I’ll go from zero to a hundred degrees

What?

You reckon it’s rap cap?

'Til I leave suttin' flatter than flat akh

Skiddy-pap like Shaq akh

Do you like a fly in the air and just clap that

Pull man’s card like blackjack

Don’t Snapchat 'cah we’re preein' up that-that

If I open this rucksack

You’ll be all toast, laid out like flapjacks

Little nigga don’t lack-lack

There is a reason I’m dressed in black-black

Big .45, get slap-clap

They already know we got slap and attack akh

From the jakes still breezin'

How you mean?

Man haffi ball all season

I mean all season

It don’t make money?

Ain’t got no reason

L1 The Producer

Minkzy