Cappin' On the Net Songtext
von Fekky

Yeah, ay pass the champagne
Ay
No ice, no ice
(El Clasico)


The cappin on the net, cappin on the net
Yeah, so much beef but nobody′s dead
Give my goons the green light
To catch 'em out the rent
You ′no, catch 'em in traffic
Slap him in his head
You know these goons are un-greedy, they're robbing for the [?]
And then split it five ways and then buy some creps
Most my bruddas locked up, some bruddas dead
If they′re were here right now, they would shake their head
They probably rob your food, probably slap you ′round your head
Yeah, probably take your strap and send you to your bed
I ain't tryna hear no old world stories
Fam, that′s boring
I gotta hit the trap in the morning
Yeah we won't stop til′ we're balling
You′re sitting in your rental, yeah you look corny
Chasing that gyal tho, movin' all horny
Real chicks won't fuck you, yeah

You ain′t got tools like that
You ain′t made 30 racks in a week at a trap
You ain't wanna go to war
You ain′t built like that
You the type of brudda talking about your beat right back


Yeah
The cappin on the net, cappin on the net
Looking for the real G's, ain′t many left
Got me looking on the road, it's a fucking mess
I′m just tryna clean up and get out of here
Yeah, I'm tryna wake up from this nightmare
It's like I′ve been out ′ere, fucking light years
Yeah, I'm still here, yeah I′m right here
Niggas talking bare shit like, I care
Yeah, I just came out of I-care
Just bought a new table and an I-chair
Yeah this nigga with the money getting i-deas
Boo boo bang sliders, that's the right way
′Cause I'm the one they talk about
Yeah, the brudda get mocked when they walk about
Yeah, I like buff tings but in small amounts
I′m just tryna get the money, I ain't tryna be distracted

Cappin on the net, cappin on the net
The cappin on the net, cappin on the net (yeah)
Cappin on the net, cappin on the net
Cappin on the net, cappin on the net (yeah)
Then net, cappin
Cap, cap, cap, cap
Cappin on the net
Cap, cap, cappin on the net