[Intro] Hah, yeah This that don dada flow (This that don dada music) Oh Lord, ayy
[Chorus] No cappuccino, double cup, I sip red I'm feelin' just like Al Pacino, that boy play, then he dead "What's crackin', cuz?" my favorite lingo, wrap my flag 'round my head Walk 'round the corner, caught him, bingo, Timmy take off his dreads Shots fired, bah, bah, man down, it's up in the sky The police know it's homicides every time that we ride Them boys wish they ain't started beef 'cause every night, we gon' slide Steady watchin' the preacher preach, I got them gates in my eyes
[Verse] GPS me to they block and pop my head up like mayday From day to night, they go and search for opps, they know that's they payday No name, buried his Glock, then went and copped him an AK Sixth grade, I had that drop, I never went to the eighth grade Murder, I'm screaming out homicide I run with watch and some top shottas who will come take your life We live the life of Curtis Jackson, get rich or die tryin' One shot, man down, smile in your face 'fore you die My label told me I make music, make them boys go and kill Gotta take a trip to LAX to get some drank for Kill Bill I caught a rush from bustin' Glocks when I was out in the field Them hitters come and sweep your block, better get a house in the hills Them plastic cups, I'm sippin' New Orleans Got a big black Glock with a big red beam Whole hundred racks stuffed in my jeans I fuck off Percs, I kill off beans Swing on they street, kill they whole team I stopped they deal, I killed they dreams Fuck they whole crew, that's what I mean On grandma grave, I poured out lean
[Chorus] No cappuccino, double cup, I sip red I'm feelin' just like Al Pacino, that boy play, then he dead "What's crackin', cuz?" my favorite lingo, wrap my flag 'round my head Walk 'round the corner, caught him, bingo, Timmy take off his dreads Shots fired, bah, bah, man down, it's up in the sky The police know it's homicides every time that we ride Them boys wish they ain't started beef 'cause every night, we gon' slide Steady watchin' the preacher preach, I got them gates in my eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
