Cap
by KSI

Album: Dissimulation (2020)
Charted: 24
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  • (Go Grizz)
    (Molly Made)

    Don't
    I cannot pretend if I don't
    I can tell the fake from the fraud
    Out here checking chips for the bank
    That's why I can't be no friends with no cap

    With no cap, with no cap, with no cap
    With no cap, with no cap, with no cap
    With no cap, with no cap, with no cap
    With no cap, bitch, that's cap

    Fuck up the city
    My bitch she bad and she did it
    Put the Patek on her arm, she litty
    Ice, ice cold, cold, frigid
    I was on the road, kilo, tryna get it
    I will not sell my soul for a billion
    Drop Mulsanne, gotcha main man
    Ridin' through the city when I fuck with the gang
    Shawty got stuck with the gang
    Bent the Benz, take her, we pullin' up Range
    These niggas cap, they lame
    I'ma put the AP on, make it rain
    She bad, she a animal, get tamed
    Pouring up the mud in the Fanta drank
    Homes, you a dud I'ma hit you with the flame
    Took these hoes, Offset and the gang
    These niggas broke, ooh, shame, oh, shame
    Bust my neck, my wrist, my frames
    Bust your bitch, give the rest to the gang
    Bust my clip, fuck a vest I got aim
    Fuck nigga talkin' on Twitter, say your name
    I'ma pay ten rack, they gon' eat your brain
    Ridin' in the Benz Maybach, what's your name?
    I'ma drip, drip Gucci down, Gucci 'caine

    I cannot pretend if I don't (if I don't)
    I can tell the fake from the fraud (from the fraud)
    Out here checking chips for the bank (we the bank)
    That's why I can't be no friends with no cap

    With no cap, with no cap, with no cap
    With no cap, with no cap, with no cap
    With no cap, with no cap, with no cap
    With no cap, bitch, that's cap

    Coolin', a bitch tryna find me
    My bread, that shit cookin', it's grimey
    The product they're selling like pallets
    My putty, I glue it like Pritt Stick
    Payin' the crystal for surfing
    Catchin' a wave, nigga fishin'
    People hissin', cuttin' their hands in the kitchen
    Snakey slimes, they sell out a mate for dimes
    Pay 200k for rhymes, I get 200k for the views
    I paid 500k for a cat
    I got 500k for that river
    Niggas on different cheddar
    Fuck around with that blue cheese and that mozzarella
    Edit the show, got my blue trees
    Open the garden with few keys
    Hellen Keller, won't show when I panic
    I don't stop winnin', I swear I'm an addict
    Automatic, competition is viewless
    Cinematic when I kill it like Kula
    They go manic, they don't win, I'm in it
    Overtime when I dunk and it's scenic, ayy, ayy

    I cannot pretend if I don't (if I don't)
    I can tell the fake from the fraud (from the fraud)
    Out here checking chips for the bank (we the bank)
    That's why I can't be no friends with no cap

    With no cap, with no cap, with no cap
    With no cap, with no cap, with no cap
    With no cap, with no cap, with no cap
    With no cap, bitch, that's cap, ayy Writer/s: Olajide William Olatunji
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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