Capital P by Papa Thiv Lyrics
Ayo I always had the looks, I just never had the cash
Always hit the books but I was tryna hit some ass
Never mowed lawns, but I make green off of grass
Any given night yo we might blow through a half
Started sipping lean, so I stopped going to class
But you can call me ace cause you know I still passed
You fuckin with the don, so when I tell you get back
Better pull a Little Brother before you get your ribs slashed
We ain't studio thugs, I ain't tryna talk smack
Bitches make threats, if you a boss, then you act
If you flossed in the trap and your jaw's still intact
Then I could understand where you got the balls to rap
But your hood hate you, you deserve to be slapped
Take a shot at P Stat and you will get leaned back
Couple bones for my niggas in your home to heat clap
Lick shots at your dome mother fucker, eat that
Cause I ain't got time for none of you broke niggas
If you ain makin gwop then I can't fuck witcha
Get the picture?
I'll spit ya, some real hot truth
Split the top on the coupe
I really do what it do
Last time I came through, everything brand new
But that's another story for y'all to jam to
You know how your man do, I keep them fly mamis
That claim they love me and wanna spend money on me
But you know I'll keep it gully till the day that y'all find me
In my casket with a blunt and a pair of fresh heineys
Til that day, my louisville ride shotty
You can ask anybody in my city, yo they got me
Gettin real cocky cause these niggas like to copy
But they rhymes so sloppy and they girls call me papi
Call me Thiv Armani, fake niggas get bodied
And if I ain't got cash, I still got green on me
Every time I rhyme, every line from my mind
It's like a ray of sunshine, but I'm really on my grind
And as far as trends go, I don't follow 'em, I set 'em
Young nigga but I been ridin round in them Benzes
Windows tinted to the max, the whip's blacked out
They say you shouldn't talk shit if you live in a glass house
But every time I leave the house I just spaz out
Cause niggas talk a lot of shit, but in the end they back out
I'm livin the good life, see my walls, are windows
Your dogs are not my kinfolk, I play bitches like Nintendo
64 but you can catch me in that six-four
With the low trunk and the suicide back doors
My niggas got cash flow just off the raps yo
I may live in New York, but I'm still a Masshole
Always hit the books but I was tryna hit some ass
Never mowed lawns, but I make green off of grass
Any given night yo we might blow through a half
Started sipping lean, so I stopped going to class
But you can call me ace cause you know I still passed
You fuckin with the don, so when I tell you get back
Better pull a Little Brother before you get your ribs slashed
We ain't studio thugs, I ain't tryna talk smack
Bitches make threats, if you a boss, then you act
If you flossed in the trap and your jaw's still intact
Then I could understand where you got the balls to rap
But your hood hate you, you deserve to be slapped
Take a shot at P Stat and you will get leaned back
Couple bones for my niggas in your home to heat clap
Lick shots at your dome mother fucker, eat that
Cause I ain't got time for none of you broke niggas
If you ain makin gwop then I can't fuck witcha
Get the picture?
I'll spit ya, some real hot truth
Split the top on the coupe
I really do what it do
Last time I came through, everything brand new
But that's another story for y'all to jam to
You know how your man do, I keep them fly mamis
That claim they love me and wanna spend money on me
But you know I'll keep it gully till the day that y'all find me
In my casket with a blunt and a pair of fresh heineys
Til that day, my louisville ride shotty
You can ask anybody in my city, yo they got me
Gettin real cocky cause these niggas like to copy
But they rhymes so sloppy and they girls call me papi
Call me Thiv Armani, fake niggas get bodied
And if I ain't got cash, I still got green on me
Every time I rhyme, every line from my mind
It's like a ray of sunshine, but I'm really on my grind
And as far as trends go, I don't follow 'em, I set 'em
Young nigga but I been ridin round in them Benzes
Windows tinted to the max, the whip's blacked out
They say you shouldn't talk shit if you live in a glass house
But every time I leave the house I just spaz out
Cause niggas talk a lot of shit, but in the end they back out
I'm livin the good life, see my walls, are windows
Your dogs are not my kinfolk, I play bitches like Nintendo
64 but you can catch me in that six-four
With the low trunk and the suicide back doors
My niggas got cash flow just off the raps yo
I may live in New York, but I'm still a Masshole