Music Video
Top Songs By Capavelli
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Danny Kapustynski
Songwriter
Sebastian Nimirovskiy
Songwriter
Kaleb Ramos
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gentle
Producer
Lyrics
(Wockhardt baby bottle, pack the wood I smoke gelato)
(Whip on autopilot, rocket ship take off Apollo)
(Fuck the intro get it clapping, bitch I'm out in space)
(Eliantte diamonds on my wrist and on my face)
Wockhardt baby bottle, pack the wood I smoke gelato
Whip on autopilot, rocket ship take off Apollo
Fuck the intro get it clapping, bitch I'm out in space
Eliantte diamonds on my wrist and on my face
I'm the type to spend it all, I buy out the whole mall shit
I'm the type to never pass, I grab and hog the ball shit
He said he get motion, let me see a couple bands then
Shit, that's that money talk
I like popping percs before I fuck, she said I sleepwalk
I like counting money in my dreams, I think I sleep talk
Your bitch fell in love with me, she stuck on me like gluestick
My brother a splash bro, if I up it he gone shoot it
Wockhardt baby bottle, pack the wood I smoke gelato
Whip on autopilot, rocket ship take off Apollo
Fuck the intro get it clapping, bitch I'm out in space
Eliantte diamonds on my wrist and on my face
Wockhardt baby bottle, pack the wood I smoke gelato
Whip on autopilot, rocket ship take off Apollo
Fuck the intro get it clapping, bitch I'm out in space
Eliantte diamonds on my wrist and on my face
Swear that I've been running through these streets, and still don't got a name
Sick of Hollywood bitches fucking rappers and getting fame
Remember me and all my niggas, smoking spliffs and splittin lanes
Gave my heart out to a dumb bitch, now she steady fucking lames
See I'm from Aco, that's where niggas and bitches stay playing
They say they fuck with you, but two seconds later they spraying
OG killers steady dying to some fucking teens
So watch out for your members, cause they spin the block with green
So you better watch your tone, so you better watch your phone
Cause if you get caught lacking, there's one, two, three bullets in your dome
Wockhardt baby bottle full of ack, I'm sipping drank
Baby bussin so much top, you know I couldn't even think
I don't even like to sip, unless it's to the brim with pink
Took my wrist up out that freezer, put that bitch right in the sink
Capavelli sipping ack, you know I'm sipping straight quali
Fucked a bitch from Bali, she was too annoying, she kept calling
Put that shit inside that Mountain Dew, now it got real voltage
Up the chop up on that boy, he got to squeaking like a door hinge
I'm just getting bucks, you know I'm balling, feel like Bobby Portis
I got so much ice up on my wrist, but you cannot deport this
Writer(s): Danny Kapustynski
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