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Listen to Cap Talk (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again) - Single by Birdman
ALBUMCap Talk (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again) - SingleBirdman
Listen to DRok: The Producers featuring Birdman
PLAYLISTDRok: The ProducersApple Music Hip-Hop

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Birdman
Birdman
Performer
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Christopher Williams
Bryan Christopher Williams
Composer
Daniel Lebrun
Daniel Lebrun
Composer
Yves Lafontant
Yves Lafontant
Composer
Sven Rafael Steenburgen
Sven Rafael Steenburgen
Composer
Joseph Nguyen
Joseph Nguyen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
17ondatrack
17ondatrack
Co-Producer
DRok
DRok
Producer
Figurezmadeit
Figurezmadeit
Co-Producer
Fareed “Rip” Salamah
Mixing Engineer
Jeremy “Hershey Blakk” Carr
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Super Earz D-Roc, D-Roc This for my niggas who ain't here (ain't here) I traveled some miles to see 'em (see 'em) Shinin' like a chandelier (chandelier) You ain't got to get close to see 'em (see 'em) Niggas talkin' out they lip I see 'em, I shoot above the rim (boaw) These niggas know what it is (know, yeah) Big drippin' inside my Tims (Tims) I heard 'em say I was broke (whoo!) What the fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Talkin' 'bout) These niggas know that that's cap talk (that's cap) Hundred bands up inside a vault Every time that we speak, it's that murder talk (yeah) For a fact all these niggas know what it's 'bout And I know they ain't havin' the shit I bought When we open that choppa, they draw the chalk (brrr) Been through it all, these niggas pussy When it comes to this shit, I'ma vet, you a rookie When I see your lil' homies, they starrin' and lookin' My hitters on go and that button, I push it (boaw) Stick to the rappin', my OG be cookin' Wanted a chance, when they gave it, I took it Up in jail, every day I was hookin' Trial, when I seen it, I didn't over look it I heard 'em say I was broke (never) But these niggas know that that's a cap talk (bitch) Niggas bitches hate it when they talk I was bangin' and slangin' inside the nawf Whole lot of money, I made it all They ain't from where I'm from, can't compare to me (never) Up the cutta make him draw the chalk (yeah) I'ma stretch him, he thinkin' 'bout taggin' me (boaw) Real blood I won't walk in the club I ain't paid (I ain't paid) I ain't givin' shoutouts on my page (on my page) Thankin' God for the shit that I made This for my niggas that's up in the grave Won't give up, I'ma do it for Dave Fuck everybody want to stamp me Concrete jungle in the hood I played (I prayed) Rich Gang Birdman done stamped me This for my niggas who ain't here (ain't here) I traveled some miles to see 'em (see 'em) Shinin' like a chandelier (chandelier) You ain't got to get close to see 'em (see 'em) Niggas talkin' out they lip I see 'em, I shoot above the rim (boaw) These niggas know what it is (know, yeah) Big drippin' inside my Tims (Tims) I heard 'em say I was broke (whoo!) What the fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Talkin' 'bout) These niggas know that that's cap talk (that's cap) Hundred bands up inside a vault Every time we speak, it's that murder talk (yeah) For a fact all these niggas know what it's 'bout And I know they ain't havin' the shit I bought When we open that choppa, they draw the chalk (brrr) Yeah, big comma and big faces (big faces) Chop 'em down, we will erase 'em (yeah) Buss it down then pop it off (yeah) Don't give a fuck if I catch a case (yeah, yeah) No cap (no cap), straight rap (straight rap) In the trap, hundred racks (hundred racks) Been ballin', don't doubt it (yeah) Gettin' money, that's facts (yeah, that's facts) Chandeliers, marble floors (marble floors) Move dope through plenty holes (through plenty holes) Alligators, crocodiles Automatic Calicos (Calicos) Every nigga with me got money (got money) Who the fuck said somethin'? (who the fuck said somethin'?) All these rap shit ain't nothin' (ain't nothin') I done passed it down to my youngins This for my niggas who ain't here (ain't here) I traveled some miles to see 'em (see 'em) Shinin' like a chandelier (chandelier) You ain't got to get close to see 'em (see 'em) Niggas talkin' out they lip (lip) I see 'em, I shoot above the rim (boaw) These niggas know what it is (know, yeah) Big drippin' inside my Tims (Tims) I heard 'em say I was broke (whoo!) What the fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Talkin' 'bout) These niggas know that that's cap talk (that's cap) Hundred bands up inside a vault Every time we speak, it's that murder talk (yeah) For a fact all these niggas know what it's 'bout And I know they ain't havin' the shit I bought When we open that choppa, they draw the chalk (brrr)
Writer(s): Bryan Williams, Sven Rafael Steenbergen, Joseph Nguyen, Daniel Leburn, Yves Lafontant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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