Stop The Cap lyrics

by

Qual


[Intro: Qual]
Aye aye aye


[Verse 1: Qual]
Burning that rubber
Opps will be showing they colors but turns out that they undercover
They be in trouble
Hiding up under the covers as soon as we threaten they lovers
But they being bums
Claiming they come from the slums
But they always get what they want
And they finna run
As soon as we mention a gun but i aim at his belly and hand him a TUMS
No bottle so stop the cappin
We get it you just rapping
Skip it all and get to action
Cause my padres will get to clappin
No miller but we be mackin
Cut that boy and call him a fraction
No bowl but we be packing
No killa but my shooters in the back seat
He pop him a bean then claim he a killa
But when he be sober he ain’t gonna drill em
He ain’t got no drugs that’s jus penicillin
Say he kickin the bucket my vatos gone kill em
They shoot til it’s empty, i mean til it’s clickin
Yo girl ain’t that juicy, she ain’t finger licking
She ain’t lil mermaid, she ursula the villain
You claiming you loyal, and that’s why you cheating
Ayeeee

[Hook: Qual] X2
Stop the cappin, we get it you just rappin
Stop the cappin, we gonna catch you lackin
Stop the cappin, you don’t know nun bout clappin
Stop the cappin, we gone pull up you lackin


[Verse 2: Qual]
Aye aye (yuh)
Ima hop on the beat you know ima kill it
I ain't shoot no movie i just keep it reeling
I ain't got ice but you know i be chillin
I'm eating big meals they be really filling
Say you smoking that gas i call it some reggie
Say you shoot at my head it look like some sketti
Ion internet beef that stuff kinda petty
Let’s meet up in person i like to get messy
Say you walk the walk and talk the talk
And really be serving to block to block
And really be holding them kay’s and Glocks
Stop claiming you gangster you know you not
Got what from the mud you ain’t sold no rocks
Boy bout to get popped
Boy bout to get dropped
You know i don’t quit
You know i don’t stop
I don’t stop for the red
I don’t stop for the cops
If you reach for my chain yo fingers get chopped
Like why you always cap
Like you don’t own a strap
You jus a lil boy, you don’t go to a trap
Like you jus a lil snitch, momma raised rugrats
And you talking you a g so don’t talk back
Aye

[Hook: Qual] X2
Stop the cappin, we get it you just rappin
Stop the cappin, we gonna catch you lackin
Stop the cappin, you don’t know nun bout clappin
Stop the cappin, we gone pull up you lackin
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