CAN’T EVEN CAP/DRESSING ROOM

Part I: CAN'T EVEN CAP

[Chorus]
Just left the bank had to pull out some racks
Just bought some Thom Browne I'm walking down Saks
Slim black ting' with me like Kyla Pratt
Hit from the back then I pull out her tracks
Her shit is like water I can't even cap
I just spent a quarter | can't even cap
My shit from the border I can't even cap
My dreads is so long longer I can't even cap
In Maison Mihara we running some laps
This shit is a horror we back out the Macs
I slowed down on percs but I had to relapse
She asked for a purse and I told her relax
Rockin' all black feeling heisty
She keep calling me Pooh cause I'm Shiesty
ALYX on the buckle not regular Nikes
Glock in the duffel nah you will not fight me

[Verse]
She's gonna braid my hair to some Brent Faiyaz
I spent a cool dime on attires
That boy cap he a compulsive liar
Step like a frat we gon' rock em Nirvana
Yes I was curb side since a minor
Yeah your girl fine but mine finer
Rob then the car dash like Blac Chyna
Yes I do drugs what I told her your honor
Pardon me I got a whole new bitch
Nigga pardon me I got a whole new swag
Nigga pardon me Im in the hotel lit
Geeked up missed your call nigga that's my bad
I'm rocking till this shit a special fitting
I got the SKUX symbol on my britches
I got some slim shit doing dishes
Drugs money hoes nigga I got three wishes
I'm way to geeked I can't find my phone
I'm way too high I can't park my car
I'm way too fly they should put me in Vogue
Yes I got hoes topping in the back
Yes I got poles popping out the lac
Yes I got rolls running up them racks
Yes I got different bitches across the map
Yes I got different denim across the map

[Chorus]
Just left the bank had to pull out some racks
Just bought some Thom Browne I'm walking down Saks
Slim black ting' with me like Kyla Pratt
Hit from the back then I pull out her tracks
Her shit is like water I can't even cap
I just spent a quarter | can't even cap
My shit from the border I can't even cap
My dreads is so long longer I can't even cap
In Maison Mihara we running some laps
This shit is a horror we back out the Macs
I slowed down on percs but I had to relapse
She asked for a purse and I told her relax
Rockin' all black feeling heisty
She keep calling me Pooh cause I'm Shiesty
ALYX on the buckle not regular Nikes
Glock in the duffel nah you will not fight me

Part II: DRESSING ROOM

[Chorus]
In the dressing room I'm trying on some YSL shit
In the dressing room I'm trying on some YSL shit
I got 50 for that 50 I get jammed got bond bitch
Smelling like Bond number nine bitch
I just fucked a blonde bitch
I'm in NumberNine shit
You just crossed the line bitch
In the dressing room i'm rubbing on some pageant shit
This that Undercover bitch I ain't rocking no Palace shit

[Verse]
In the dressing room I'm trying on some Issey Miyake
Seditionaries pin together cause this shit got me so cocky
Just walked to the salesman said I need a 42
These Ricks eleven-hundred that's like five-fifty per shoe
What's up with you my yute
This FN hit Ryu
How much percs you need like two
Make a bitch sad write a haiku
I got blessed I'm not stressed achoo
I can't stress hell nah I'm not you
Make the bitch that you love tie shoes
Put a switch on the gun please move
Having some slim shit from the bay
Having some bad shits on the way
I'm at the bank taking out some racks
AMG coupe wrapped and it's matte
I'm in a dressing room and I'm rocking Evisu
Why everybody in black now why
Everybody wanna be evil
I'm in YSL cost ten hundred lil nigga ima be honest
Prada cloudburst just to go with my Balenciaga, joggers
Might hop out the pit and knock out a vlogger
Jack and Rob his son like the Dodgers
Suck my dick what I told to the bloggers

[Chorus]
In the dressing room I'm trying on some YSL shit
In the dressing room I'm trying on some YSL shit
I got 50 for that 50 I get jammed got bond bitch
Smelling like Bond number nine bitch
I just fucked a blonde bitch
I'm in NumberNine shit
You just crossed the line bitch
In the dressing room i'm rubbing on some pageant shit
This that Undercover bitch I ain't rocking no Palace shit