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CaptainCrunch presents Whoa, yeah Yeah (Chapo) Whoa (whoa), backdoor that boy for that bag, huh (backdoor) Upgraded all my new mag, huh (mag), lifestyle I'm livin', shit fast Vampire shit, I'm the only real Drac', huh (Drac') He a dub, what the fuck did he stack? (He a dub) Cockblockin' B, get the fuck off my lap (my lap) Dunk on my opps, and they call me Lil Shaq (Lil Shaq) Treat Atlanta just like Baby Raq, huh, I'll fuck her again, double back Pass the ho to the whoa, gave her back, huh (give her back) Anything to get her off my back Pistol whippin', the jaw breakin', that's on God Baby Whoa go 7.6, shoot that boy 'til he meet God, huh (God) We finna pop, where the fuck is my rod? (My rod) Bullet a 7.62, some big enough to bitch you (bitch you) Beat a boy ass, strip 'em naked, not nude Shawty shit wet, I ain't gotta use lube (hell nah) I couldn't care less what they talkin' 'bout, huh I'm here for myself, tryna ball out, huh, he nervous around us, he fall out Tryna impress her, babygirl, look at my walk down Uh, yeah, I know you not feelin' me I'm like, "Bitch, you ain't gotta be there for me", huh (bitch) Bitch, you ain't no kin to me (nah) We finna take his ass off, that's drill to me, huh Yeah, he ain't finna do nothin', got a loud mouth (loud) Glock 19, Louis Vuitton pouch (brr) You just broke as fuck, and you love the couch (broke) They ain't know before, now they know now (yeah) Babygirl, know I get psyched (psyched) She ain't my type, but I fuck her, I like what I like Birthday week, lil' Glokk drop deuce in his Sprite (Sprite) I'm on the Perc' geekin' with a bitch tryna get my rocks right He watchin' his back, he know that I'm sheisty (know I'm sheisty) 5.56 bite his ear, Mike Tyson And I ride with that glizzy, the switch not licensed (licensed) And that stolo low, and I'm Baby Whoa I got hella hoes, know that black rose (black rose) If your ass told, this a mini Drac', not a micro (brr) He just specialized, he a real shooter (brr) He could shoot yo' ass with his eyes closed He'll shoot yo' ass with a blindfold Not a crash out, but he won't go (no) Whoa (whoa), backdoor that boy for that bag, huh (backdoor) Upgraded all my new mag, huh (mag), lifestyle I'm livin', shit fast Vampire shit, I'm the only real Drac', huh (Drac') He a dub, what the fuck did he stack? (He a dub) Cockblockin' B, get the fuck off my lap (my lap) Dunk on my opps, and they call me Lil Shaq (Lil Shaq) Treat Atlanta just like Baby Raq, huh, I'll fuck her again, double back Pass the ho to the whoa, gave her back, huh (give her back) Anything to get her off my back Pistol whippin', the jaw breakin', that's on God Baby Whoa go 7.6, shoot that boy 'til he meet God, huh (God) We finna pop, where the fuck is my rod? (My rod)
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