DAS CAP - Lil Yachty

You ever looked at a nigga like who was just poppin', poppin' shit and you just

knew, knew that nigga was broke?

Broke ass nigga

Das Cap, talkin' online you get Cap

My young nigga keep a scrap

Drive with a scrap on his lap

Fuck posting up in the trap

I’m finna cop me an island, yeah

I put myself on the map

Rich and it ain’t 'cos of rap

Yeah, bitch I ain’t renting and I hop in a Bentley and it ain’t got no ceiling

You mad?

Fuck ya feelings

Bitch I ain’t renting and I hop in a Bentley and it ain’t got no ceiling

You mad?

Fuck ya feelings

All my niggas be wildin'

Stay with the cannon, the gang wildin' out

Nigga don’t talk about stylin'

I stay with the drip, put it all on my mouth

New coupe it came with twin turbo

Sendin' on bullets like Tony Romo

Put that bitch on the syrup, it’s slow-mo

Pullin' off with the gang in a photo

Check, check, check, check, check, check, check it out

I’m with the static like radio

Why do your pistol shoot vertical?

Man you niggas ain’t shootin' at nobody man.

You niggas shootin' in air man.

All these niggas do is flodge, flake, and beef through text.

Man these niggas

is hoes.

Niggas ain’t gettin' no goddamn money man.

Das cap, this niggas ain’t,

this niggas ain’t gettin' no fuckin' money

Das Cap, talkin' online you get Cap

My young nigga keep a scrap

Drive with a scrap on his lap

Fuck posting up in the trap

I’m finna cop me an island, yeah

I put myself on the map

Rich and it ain’t 'cos of rap

Yeah, bitch I ain’t renting and I hop in a Bentley and it ain’t got no ceiling

You mad?

Fuck ya feelings

Bitch I ain’t renting and I hop in a Bentley and it ain’t got no ceiling

You mad?

Fuck ya feelings

Okay, I’m tryna fuck a new bitch

I’m tryna make a new flip

Hittin' home runs like Chip

Yeah, fuck with the nigga

Fuck with my money, we may had to cut us a nigga

Ain’t no debate with none of y’all niggas

22 diamonds they shine in the picture

Menthol, shorty blow dick like Newport

Hundred thousand dollars in a Jansport

Stackin' money tall make it camp fort

Fuck it

Man, man you know the world would be a lot more truthful if you had to pay a

lie man.

You niggas be lyin' all day man.

Just talkin' for no reason.

Cappin' this, cappin' that, I don’t understand that, you never capped on

nothin'.

I’m the youngest nigga, I mean everything I say, I do what I say you

feel me?

Das Cap, talkin' online you get Cap

My young nigga keep a scrap

Drive with a scrap on his lap

Fuck posting up in the trap

I’m finna cop me an island, yeah

I put myself on the map

Rich and it ain’t 'cos of rap

Yeah, bitch I ain’t renting and I hop in a Bentley and it ain’t got no ceiling

You mad?

Fuck ya feelings

Bitch I ain’t renting and I hop in a Bentley and it ain’t got no ceiling

You mad?

Fuck ya feelings

Hop in the Maybach, hop in the hop in the Maybach, yeah

Hop in the Maybach, hop in the hop in the Maybach, yeah skrt