Cappin’ For a Thot

[Hook]
Yeah number nines, you ain’t never felt no pain
You rocking cheap micro denims, them is not balmains
You niggas all cap
I count up tall racks
Too busy running up this money I can’t call back
You niggas flexing on the gram cappin for a thot
I’m busy stacking up these bands hundreds in my notch
These niggas follow my command, yeah I call the shots
I’m just sticking to the plan, you thought I forgot

[Verse]
Yeah pussy nigga lame, we see that you cap
Bet these bitches know my name all across the map
Yeah, number nines you ain’t never felt no pain
Yeah commander in the field and you just a stain
Aye, I can pipe down on yo baby mom
Yeah all that fake love that shit make me numb
You niggas coming like some scrubs
Coming like some bums
Yeah I can’t show no love, feel like Donald Trump
Yeah all these niggas fans, all these niggas stains
Yeah you posted in the stands, you ain’t in the game
Yeah come and get yo mans he can’t join the gang
Yeah go and get some bands, fuck wit my campaign
Yeah nigga keep the cap, just give me the cash
Yeah, it’s quiet for you lames, niggas not gone last
Yeah I was on the juug nigga moving fast
Yeah you smoking on the gram, I blow out the bag

[Hook]
Yeah number nines, you ain’t never felt no pain
You rocking cheap micro denims, them is not balmains
You niggas all cap
I count up tall racks
Too busy running up this money I can’t call back
You niggas flexing on the gram cappin for a thot
I’m busy stacking up these bands hundreds in my notch
These niggas follow my command, yeah I call the shots
I’m just sticking to the plan, you thought I forgot