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Young God - Cappin' Lyrics



Young God - Cappin' Lyrics




Niggas be talkin' bout trappin'
Niggas be talkin' bout trappin'
Niggas be talkin' bout trappin'

Niggas be talkin' bout trappin'
They really cappin', ain't talkin' bout shit (Cappin' ass niggas)
Claimin' they gettin' they bread up
They some broke niggas, who ain't got shit (Broke ass boy)
Me I'm just making these plays, stuck in my ways, on my get money shit (Get money shit)
Since '92, I been dreaming of fame, and the fortune I'm stacking', It's lit (Wavey)
Niggas be talkin bout trappin'
They really cappin', ain't talkin' bout shit (Cappin' ass niggas)
Claimin' they gettin' they bread up
They some broke niggas, who ain't got shit (Broke ass boy)
Me I'm just making these plays, stuck in my ways, on my get money shit (Get money shit)
Since '92, I been dreaming of fame, and the fortune I'm stacking', It's lit (Hey)

Had dreams of keeping' them bags on me
Out shoppin' poppin' them tags homie
Bad bitch with me, neva leave her lonely (No)
Circle small don't f*ck with phonies (F*ck y'all)
I'm da big cheese, u macaroni
Got money so fill up my plate (Fill up my plate)
My stomach fat eatin' filets (Eatin' filets)
They call me Young God Da Great
Used to me known for makin' them plays
Now I'm known for being on stage
Either way, I'm gettin' paid
Get my check up, not tryna f*ck baby neck
Get passed around my homie next up
Niggas play wit' me they get wet (Gllaaah bow)
Get wet up (Hey)

Niggas be talkin' bout trappin'
They really cappin', ain't talkin' bout shit (Cappin' ass niggas)
Claimin' they gettin' they bread up
They some broke niggas, who ain't got shit (Broke ass boy)
Me I'm just making these plays, stuck in my ways, on my get money shit
Since '92, I been dreaming of fame, and the fortune I'm stacking', It's lit (Hey)

Whip around in my lick car (Skrtt), white boy with the guitar (Do-do-do-do)
Pullin' up with a thick broad, gimme sloppy on the slip side (Woah)
She ridin' its a slip n slide, ice her out like pimp my ride
Niggas stay cappin' (Stay Cappin), bullets stay blastin' (Bow)
They know I'm trappin' (I'm trappin')
Pack disappear I do magic (Woah)
Trips OT outlandish
These hatas can't stand me (Nope)
None of you niggas want beef with me
Who up next? (Who up)
Riding round town, ain't a nigga check me yet (Hey)

Niggas be talkin' bout trappin'
They really cappin', ain't talkin' bout shit (Cappin' ass niggas)
Claimin' they gettin' they bread up
They some broke niggas, who ain't got shit (Broke ass boy)
Me I'm just making these plays, stuck in my ways, on my get money shit
Since '92, I been dreaming of fame, and the fortune I'm stacking', It's lit (Hey)

Niggas be talkin' bout trappin'
Niggas be talkin' bout trappin'
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Niggas be talkin' bout trappin'
Niggas be talkin' bout trappin'
Niggas be talkin' bout trappin'

Niggas be talkin' bout trappin'
They really cappin', ain't talkin' bout shit (Cappin' ass niggas)
Claimin' they gettin' they bread up
They some broke niggas, who ain't got shit (Broke ass boy)
Me I'm just making these plays, stuck in my ways, on my get money shit (Get money shit)
Since '92, I been dreaming of fame, and the fortune I'm stacking', It's lit (Wavey)
Niggas be talkin bout trappin'
They really cappin', ain't talkin' bout shit (Cappin' ass niggas)
Claimin' they gettin' they bread up
They some broke niggas, who ain't got shit (Broke ass boy)
Me I'm just making these plays, stuck in my ways, on my get money shit (Get money shit)
Since '92, I been dreaming of fame, and the fortune I'm stacking', It's lit (Hey)

Had dreams of keeping' them bags on me
Out shoppin' poppin' them tags homie
Bad bitch with me, neva leave her lonely (No)
Circle small don't f*ck with phonies (F*ck y'all)
I'm da big cheese, u macaroni
Got money so fill up my plate (Fill up my plate)
My stomach fat eatin' filets (Eatin' filets)
They call me Young God Da Great
Used to me known for makin' them plays
Now I'm known for being on stage
Either way, I'm gettin' paid
Get my check up, not tryna f*ck baby neck
Get passed around my homie next up
Niggas play wit' me they get wet (Gllaaah bow)
Get wet up (Hey)

Niggas be talkin' bout trappin'
They really cappin', ain't talkin' bout shit (Cappin' ass niggas)
Claimin' they gettin' they bread up
They some broke niggas, who ain't got shit (Broke ass boy)
Me I'm just making these plays, stuck in my ways, on my get money shit
Since '92, I been dreaming of fame, and the fortune I'm stacking', It's lit (Hey)

Whip around in my lick car (Skrtt), white boy with the guitar (Do-do-do-do)
Pullin' up with a thick broad, gimme sloppy on the slip side (Woah)
She ridin' its a slip n slide, ice her out like pimp my ride
Niggas stay cappin' (Stay Cappin), bullets stay blastin' (Bow)
They know I'm trappin' (I'm trappin')
Pack disappear I do magic (Woah)
Trips OT outlandish
These hatas can't stand me (Nope)
None of you niggas want beef with me
Who up next? (Who up)
Riding round town, ain't a nigga check me yet (Hey)

Niggas be talkin' bout trappin'
They really cappin', ain't talkin' bout shit (Cappin' ass niggas)
Claimin' they gettin' they bread up
They some broke niggas, who ain't got shit (Broke ass boy)
Me I'm just making these plays, stuck in my ways, on my get money shit
Since '92, I been dreaming of fame, and the fortune I'm stacking', It's lit (Hey)

Niggas be talkin' bout trappin'
Niggas be talkin' bout trappin'
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Writer: Jamieson Griffin
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Performed By: Young God
Language: English
Length: 2:32
Written by: Jamieson Griffin

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