Letras
Homie doin' all that cappin, talkin' big shit
I'm the type of nigga pullin' strings with a wrist flick
Not sparkin' no gas without a Red Bic
Shit fight back in your chest like a hit stick
What you mean, what you doin, what your plan, huh?
Top shelf, baby, not a boy, I'm the man
Just believe you can do it, then you can
Never foldin, baby, stickin to the plan
Aye Aye
Say you were down
Better stick to the plan
I ain't focused on the image, more focused on the band
She a bad redbone, but she got a man
From Arizona where it get hot
Where the fan?
You fumbled the ball, picked it up, and I ran
When you make your first play, you feel like the man
I lead the brothers, you not in the clan
When I was broke I was nobody
Now they know who I am
Homie doin' all that cappin, talkin' big shit
I'm the type of nigga pullin' strings with a wrist flick
Yessir
Not sparkin' no gas without a Red Bic
Shit fight back in your chest like a hit stick
Yeaaa
What you mean, what you doin, what your plan, huh?
Top shelf, baby, not a boy, I'm the man
Just believe you can do it, then you can
Never foldin, baby, stickin to the plan
Uhh
I never folded, I'm stickin' to the plan yeah
Always talking, I ain't hearin' what they sayin
We just tryna pop out, bring your friend
And off that drink, baby, I don't care about your man
Huh
He gon' keep talkin' down then he gon' figure out
I got choppa on me, nigga, better simmer down
I'm wit Z2 we from the west, but we in the south
You ain't Fuckin' with my crew, all my members, they running wild
Yessirr
Cappin
Cappin
Cappin
Not sparkin' no gas without a red bin
Yeaaa
What you mean, what you doin, what your plan, huh?
Top shelf, baby, not a boy, I'm the man