Cappas – MGM Stanlo & YC Dunn: Στίχοι τραγουδιών, μουσικά βίντεο και συναυλίες

MGM Stanlo & YC Dunn

Cappas

6

Hip-Hop/Rap

Cappas κυκλοφόρησε στις 17 Μαρτίου 2025 από Made Gang Music Llc / Made Nation Llc ως μέρος του άλμπουμ Tha Lo Way 2

Λεπτομέρειες τραγουδιού

ΆλμπουμTha Lo Way 2

Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας17 Μαρτίου 2025

ΕτικέταMade Gang Music Llc / Made Nation Llc

ΓλώσσαEnglish

Μελωδικότητα

Ακουστικότητα

Βαλάνς

Χορευτικότητα

Ενέργεια

BPM

ΕΠΙΣΚΌΠΗΣΗ

ΣΤΊΧΟΙ

Συντελεστές

PERFORMING ARTISTS

MGM Stanlo

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Stanley Richardson

Stanley Richardson

Songwriter

Thomas Dunn

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Stanley Richardson

Stanley Richardson

Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer

David Posey, Jr

David Posey, Jr

Mastering Engineer

Στίχοι

A lot of **** be frontin' like they in the street

I tell it for sure that these **** be cap

How you get money, but wanna beef

Boy, that ain't motion, that's hustlin' backwards

These **** be funny, tryna compete

Trippin' off hoes boy them hoes a distract ya

I'm tryna ball, you ain't in my league

To tell you the truth, you ain't even a factor

That hattin don't get no gettin' no money

Know, they put on a show, these **** be actors

You know I can't be no dummy

Run it up just to blow, boy, you hustlin' backwards

Hattin don't get no money

Tryna stunt for these hoes know these **** be cappa's

Tryna compete, but ain't even a factor

Know you ain't havin' motion, but stay in the trapper

Yeah yeah, run up that money, I need me some more in

I need my bag to look like a Samoan

On my dick bad, I was wearing' somoa's

Now It's designer everywhere I be goin

They don't check on me and see how I'm doin

They just be callin' askin, can I do it

When I just call they ass goin' through it

My foot on the gas, got smoke out the roof

Run it up, get off these bags This shit ain't gon' last, they know what we do

These **** be sayin' they trappers But they ain't got no cash, these **** confused

Remember they had put me last They ain't let me pass, I had to run through them

You know if that shit don't add up Then it's subtractin, boy, what you doin

I'm with the motion, I'm no part of the movement These **** cap, they don't move shit

I'm the landlord, they got due rent Couple shooters, guard me, like Durant

Foreign' in the yard, I just wanna Benz

No head, all black tent

Slide up, Glock, F&N Who that say they gon' spin a ben

Lot of **** be frontin' like they in the street

I can tell you for sure that these **** be cap

How you get money, but wanna beef

Boy, that ain't motion, that's hustling backwards

These **** be funny, tryna compete

Trippin' off hoes boy them hoes distract ya

I'm tryna ball, you ain't in my league

To tell you the truth, you ain't even a factor

They hattin, don't get no money

Know, they put on the show, these **** be actors

You know I can't be no dummy

Run it up just to blow, boy, you hustlin' backwards

Hattin, don't get no money

Tryna stunt for these hoes, know these **** be cappa's

Tryna compete, but ain't even a factor

Know you, ain't have emotion, but say you a trapper

I gotta bust it down, where I'm from

Trap from the night until I see the sun

Ain't get no sleep, barely eat lunch

I go on the run like I got a warrant

I get out they way, they don't see me for months

I been tryna score, get us up a few points

Put that on my hood, I'ma get this shit done

I'm from the two, but they know I'm the one

Gotta run up a bag, I can't chase a bitch

These **** be cappin' like they takin' risks

I know chances make champions And you **** ain't talkin' bout shit

I'm in that field, but I ain't tryna get hit

If that's what it is, then I'm takin' my lick

Free all my dawgs that's behind the fence

You still' in the game, I see it like you benched

That's on my dead folks, I was dead broke

Shoes dirty, pockets full of lint

I used to gotta watch what I spend

Now my wallet filled with Benjamins

**** be hatin, ain't havin' no motion

In they feelings and havin' emotions

I know cause they show it they get it and blow it

Stop cappin' and get on some mo' shit

Lotta **** be frontin' like they in the street

I can tell you for sure that these **** be cap

How you get money, but wanna beef

Boy, that ain't motion, that's hustlin' backwards

**** be funny, tryna compete

Trippin' off hoes boy them hoes is distract ya

I'm tryna ball, you ain't in my league

To tell you the truth, you ain't even a factor

That hattin, don't get no money

Know, they put on a show, these **** be actors

You know I can't be no dummy

Run it up just to blow, boy, you hustlin' backwards

Hattin, don't get no money

Tryna stunt for these hoes, know these **** be cappa's

Tryna compete, but I ain't even a factor

Know, you ain't havin' motion, but say you a trapper

Written by: Stanley Richardson, Thomas Dunn

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