Cappin (Demo)

[Intro: Pop Smoke] Woo Woo, woo Yoz, what you tellin' me? Yeah, yeah Look Glock 9, tote the Ruger (Oh) Oh, oh (Oh, look) Glock 9, tote the Ruger (Oh) Yeah, yeah, oh Yeah, look (Woo, woo) [Verse 1: Pop Smoke] Glock 9, I tote the Ruger (Ruger) And my murder bravados (Uh, uh) Latest fashion (Oh) Every gun got a hunnid clip (Oh) VS watch (Oh) My diamonds dancin' (Oh) Let 'em reach (Oh), we gon' fix 'em up 'Cause I'm the teacher (Oh) Preacher man (Oh) Look, I got that Goyard swag (Oh) Couple Goyard bags I been havin' Woo, woo, woo, woo [Verse 2: Jay Gwuapo] Oh, yeah, I'm back again, nigga, tell a friend And we see the opps, and we in the party Then we got no choice, boy, it gotta еnd I told Luda go see what they drivin' and shoot through the car He put bullеts right through the tint Gotta know that my shooters retarded They spinnin' regardless, don't know how this shit'll end Tryna talk on my name, get you clapped up I'm off the Percocet, I prolly do it, hit you catch you spinnin' through masked up You know I'm EBK and Pop be GDK, he never spinnin' the black trucks Just know that the Max with me, you ain't even gotta see me throwin' the hat up And we got them poles, better back up (Ooh) [Verse 3: Pop Smoke] Look, I'm like, "Who these niggas?" (Oh) Lookin' hard (Oh) In my Bentley truck (Oh, oh) Trey tote the automatic (Oh) And he'll get to clappin' (Oh) Broad day in traffic, woo, woo (Oh, oh) Look I don't know what these niggas see up in these niggas These niggas be cappin' (Oh, oh) Look And this Louis, Fendi pack up with my body in perfection (Oh, oh) [Open Verse] [Outro] Yoz, what you tellin' me? Traphouse Mob