Caprisun ft. Le Hombre & Cash Kelly Lyrics

Hombre made the beat dammit!

Cash Kelly on the track boy!

I just bought another Glock its a gen five

Why you got a fucking chop? You ain't trying to slide

How you, think you having motion? Gotta catch a ride

Gotta Glock, not a HI Point, I'ma let it fly

I just found a new, whew, this a new site

You aint even got to ask, know I got the pipe

You know, playing with my brothers you get left right?

Seen the, cops at the light had to buss a right

Yesterday was Gucci but today I'm off the Dior

Steady talking about some money, nigga I don't see yours

If we talking levels nigga then I'm on the top floor

I'm a take your bitch break her back, she on all fours

I know my favorite color blue, but I'm seeing red

Last nigga sent a shot at me, damn near end up dead

They like, the way he talking shit its fucking up they head

Why the fuck they playing with my brother? They done made they bed

How the fuck you broke talking shit? Can you tell me that?

B Twenty Threes on my feet, that's a fucking rack

And not to mention, boy the Glock got some shit attached

And I got Amiri's on with the fucking white patch

Nigga threw one I caught em, now that's a pick six

Of course, I got a thirty on me, I'm finally switch clips

We just had to pull a skit, we finally switch whips

How the fuck you sending shots, but you steady miss

I just bought another Glock its a gen five

Why you got a fucking chop? You ain't trying to slide

How you, think you having motion? Gotta catch a ride

Gotta Glock, not a HI Point, I'm a let it fly

I just found a new, whew, this a new site

You aint even got to ask, know I got the pipe

You know, playing with my brothers you get left right?

Seen the, cops at the light had to buss a right

Remember getting shit out of Saks just off one swipe

Aye I was up in Chris room I found my first site

Damn, its midnight I'm still out her swatting flies

Shots out the Glock get you drunk call it Rock n Rye

Fuck around and take little, to go and get a purse

Why they playing with my niggas? Now that's a free hearse

Fuck around and send em up, out the universe

Damn a nigga tripping huh, I did another verse

Caught that one barber up at work, finally line em up

Awe he ain't think I had the torch, finally light him up

Baby every single piece fire, I'm on Flight Club

Nigga we some big fucking bears, and you a cub

Throw me in the jungle I'm a come out minked up

I'm, gone drop hell an ice and get linked up

Up, the motherfucking Glock, then he freeze up

Better go and check the scoreboard, we like three up