Full Time Cappers (feat. Money Bagg Yo, French Montana & Ant Clemons)

Fuck a scrimmage this ain't practice
 We put asses in the rafters
 Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
 But they boyfriends full time cappers
 Full time cappers
 Bitch I fold them like a futon mattress
 We don't fuck with full time cappers
 We don't fuck with full time cappers
 Fuck you talking about bitch
 You sound stupid you sound childish
 I might pull up in that classic 1965 low mileage
 Slimane should be my stylist
 I'm mixing new Celine with Palace
 Drink liquor all night green juice all day life's all about balance
 Listen, think before you talk there might just be some goons around us
 You trippin' and tonight you're going to find out about how wild the town is
 And everything's not fiction there ain't nothing fake about us
 Been searching for my hot girl I told Megan bring some Stallions
 At fashion week Milan I'm out here snatching these Italians
 They gon' drop the ball the only thing I drop is platinum albums
 Drop ex hoes drop bad habits drop fire shit still drop acid
 Drop a pin I'm pulling up like Bam Bam all on your mattress
 Fuck a scrimmage this ain't practice
 We put asses in the rafters
 Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
 But they boyfriends full time cappers
 Full time cappers
 Bitch I fold them like a futon mattress
 We don't fuck with full time cappers
 We don't fuck with full time cappers
 G-Eazy what it do
 If you thinking I'm fucking your bitch ask her
 I told her play her part, never
 I can see right through the lie, casper
 Shot you right to the top, NASA
 You niggas cappers but my extendo as long as a cane
 I'm not a rapper got raised by trappers they taught me the game
 Got all my things by Louis, but I wear my heart on my sleeve
 These are for me not you, we did it in 2013
 Snap back you niggas so cap, man it's clear your wallets are tapped
 Dick in her mouth, I'm feelin' her gap
 No rap cap, 100k in my lap?
 Fuck a scrimmage this ain't practice
 We put asses in the rafters
 Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
 But they boyfriends full time cappers
 Full time cappers
 Bitch I fold them like a futon mattress
 We don't fuck with full time cappers
 We don't fuck with full time cappers
 Yeah, bitch you not a factor, you just an actor
 Hit her from the back she got it backwards
 Feel like I'm the shit like where my pampers
 Thousand dollar tip, yeah, for all the dancers
 Took a stylish bitch, ay, right to the Hamptons
 Now she on the injured list, yeah, cause she was active
 They be fighting for the dick, yeah, 'cause I'm attractive
 Money falling on the kid, yeah, feel like a magnet
 This is not an instant replay this life for real
 They gon' do whatever we say that's la famille
 Today feel just like my b-day just signed a deal
 I think she down for the threeway she said she will
 Seen that ass I want to jump on that shit go bum bum
 Her face I want to bust on she said uh-uh
 You gone fuck up my makeup skeet on her Revlon
 As-salāmu ʿalaykum, this ain't no love song
 Fuck a scrimmage this ain't practice
 We put asses in the rafters
 Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
 But they boyfriends full time cappers
 Full time cappers
 Bitch I fold them like a futon mattress
 We don't fuck with full time cappers
 We don't fuck with full time cappers