KAPTEIN lyrics

[Intro]
You created a f*cking masterpiece, bro
If that song don′t make you blow up, I swear I'm gonna be m-
Militant man, I′m vicious, I filled the bag with riches
sh*t man, I can't talk to that boy, he a mixed-matched n*gga
It's a shame he can′t make a hit, man
When I′m inside the club, I'm with three bad b*tches
With friends, I′m chilling with six man
Soldier, the militant hit man, I make a h-

[Refrain]
One shot from the choppa, leave 'em-

[Chorus]
Militant man, I′m vicious, I filled the bag with riches
sh*t man, I can't talk to that boy, he a mixed-matched n*gga
It′s a shame he can't make a hit, man (Whoa)
When I'm inside the club, I′m with three bad b*tchеs
With friends, I′m chilling with six man
Soldier, the militant hit man, I makе a hit, it's a big bang (Whoa)
She kinda bad and she fly, and she Afrikaans, she call me a kaptein
I mixed her up with her friend, her name was Chantelle
I thought it was Chanté (Whoa)
I made it onto the field, I used to be mid, they calling me Kanté
They caught me shooting at Shell
And they asked me why. I said, "Cause I′m gas, man"
[Verse]
Mhm, call me the militant man
I f*ck up a beat when I land it
Even though I made the parts and the plans (Parts and plans)
You cannot stay broke to the mall at the movies
Just check out my diamonds, they dance
Mhm, my sh*t cost me a lot, your sh*t cost two hundred rands
Mhm, my life was saggin' real low, I had to pick up my pants
Mhm, I never talked to your hoe, wouldn′t even give her a chance
Mhm, I'm on your TV with snow, f*ck up a stream when I land
Yuh, soldier man, put you to sleep, sh*t just got realer than grand
Huh, I′m getting bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger
Brother, you're not that n*gga
You're talking about money, you don′t got sinkwa
I find it so funny that you call her "Mami,"
And I call her to link up (Damn)
She gave me brain and that′s how I found
She's not a bad thinker (Whoa)
You′re just a hater, eish, chief, I left your maddie in pieces (Whoa)
Hop on the stage, and I start a problem, they want a thesis (Whoa)
f*ck with the army, they right behind me, try me, you'll peep it
One day I′m buying the tank
[?] at the front of the Jeep it

[Chorus]
Militant man, I'm vicious, I filled the bag with riches (Yeah)
sh*t man, I can′t talk to that boy, he a mixed-matched guy
It's a shame he can't make a hit, man
When I′m inside the club, I′m with three bad b*tches
With friends, I'm chilling with six man
Soldier, the militant hit man, I make a hit, it′s a big bang (Whoa)
She kinda bad and she fly, and she Afrikaans, she calls me a kaptein
I mixed her up with her friend
Her name was Chantelle, I thought it was Chanté
I made it onto the field, I used to be mid, they calling me Kanté
They caught me shooting at Shell
They asked me why. I said, "Cause I'm gas, man"