Lyrics
(Stop)
(Stop)
I been running up these bands
Don't think I will ever stop
(Stop)
(Stop)
Countin guap, counting guap (Stop)
(Stop)
(Stop)
It's all mine (Stop)
Got the money in my hands
Talking down, you gon' get popped
Before you can even stand, yeah (Stop)
She want me to be with her
And I told her I can't, yeah
That boy is a fan
He keep calling for my name, huh (Stop)
I can't even go down now
Bitch I'm number one
I swear that I'm gon' make my mama proud (Stop)
I can't slow it down
They want me to fuck it up
I'ma keep going now
I don't wanna be fuckin stuck (Stuck)
(Stop)
(Stop)
(Stop)
(Stop)
Yeah, uh (Stop)
Bitch I'm in my zone now
Can't stop going up (Going up)
You can't really talk shit
All you do is front (Front)
(Stop)
"Capri, how you do that?"
I don't really know
They be askin' where my crew at
They ready to blow (Blow)
I'm not sorry (Stop)
I got choppas, yeah
We spraying at your body
(Stop)
I don't need nobody (Blow)
Made it up here by myself
Take that choppa from the shelf
Watch your back, don't call for
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Top Emotion
Sadness
Sentiment
Theme
Sexual
