Tha Captin - 895

Can't let a nigga
Take my chain
Want nah nigga
Take my strap
These hoes know
Thats my name
All these other niggas
Round big cap
Lil nigga talk shit
Get slapped or get clapped
For a rack this ain't runts
Why it's in the runt's pack
Finna take a flight to Cali
Bring it back
Caught my young niggas
Lackin' in the "A"
Told black shoulda shot em'
In da face told Trop
Shoulda had dat K
But its cool every dawg
Have his day
Real boss I can make
Tha price inflate
Ass real I can tell
How its shaped
Puerto Rican bit
With no waist
I'm through fuckin' hoes
In my race
I'm through fuckin'
With my old plug
100 bags of some bull
200 racks for a club
Finna buy tha shit
Wit my thugs
Can't play it
If it ain't by Tim
I'ma ball and I can't touch rim
Quarter milli I done made
Off hemp and you know
I'm finna do da shit again
Dis white boy
On some goofy shit
He playin' wit tha pistol
Say R-I-P to Timbo
Swear to God
I really miss em'
My click be
On some drippy shit
Buy na we neva slippin'
I had to go to vintage ave
To cop dat Scottie Pippen
Cant let a nigga
Take my chain
Cant argue witcha
Bout no bitch
Niggas know way back
In high school
Lil Chris really had dem zips
Gym class and I really made flips
Cut class and I went
And cut a brick
Plug look like Stojakovic
But he break the shit down
From da nicks
N-Y really fuckin wit tha kid
Back den a young nigga had mid
40 bags at my side bitch crib
Don't neva bring a nigga
Where you live
Don't make dollars
Then it don't make sense
Can't have no niggas round
Cus I pay rent
And I'm fresher than a mint
Hold up wait a min
Call my nigga Beans
Tell em pull up in a Benz
Told em pull up in a Benz

Written by:
Christopher Miller

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