Caprice Music

This for them boys riding Slab For them boys riding clean For them niggas on them swangas In them fucking time machines This for them niggas on the vogues And the leather on the seat I be gripping on the Wood Beat up the trunk in my Caprice This for them boys riding Slab For them boys riding clean For them niggas on them swangas In them fucking time machines This for them niggas on the vogues And the leather on the seat I be gripping on the Wood Beat up the trunk in my Caprice Beat up the trunk in my Caprice I'm pimping the dimes And kicking the rhymes Swanging and missing the signs Pimpin' these hoes And they swear it's a crime Dig in her guts and I reach in her mind A ticking time bomb Is it food for thought Or is it mind wine She need me She gone make the call Space Age Pimp Like MJG and Ball I'ma dog I keep it pimpin' baby I ain't tripping You just thinking simple baby For that cat they gone break out the cash For that ass they on it like crack That's a fact For a woman They gone break the code Niggas be breaking The bank on these hoes But don't know that she working for me I be rolling one deep Hen I roll on the 4s Playas get chose And you niggas can't Killing the corner Won't damage the paint And I got it stamped So you know it's official Paint done at Rod But the body by Fisher Feeling my slow pace I'm on the mud Like a slow race I could careless What a hoe say I'm still cracking my trunk Like a cold case They like no way That I'ma beast Niggas don't know about me Riding slab since I copped the Caprice Leather and wood I threw buck on my seat 30 grand in this bitch Nah that hoe wasn't cheap And I been on my grind Stacking and writing these lines Grip on the leather and pine Give it some time Young nigga shine Slap on the fifth And just let it recline A young nigga time came Ain't got time to be playing Them mind games Call an audible I seen the line change Old soul with a young nigga mind frame That's a crying shame How these niggas been Sleeping on me When she see the Caprice Guarantee that his bitch want me He talking shit Cause the bitch on me I'ma star player You a bench warmer Can't be doing favors for these niggas Don't show em' no love And they swear to God you fake I ain't real enough Guess that's what you say Still fucking yo bitch to a Screw Tape Straight Hennessy Cut it with D'Usse All my niggas rolling on the 4's All of yo niggas some hoes Me and my niggas scratching on the vogues This for them boys riding Slab For them boys riding clean For them niggas on them swangas In them fucking time machines This for them niggas on the vogues And the leather on the seat I be gripping on the Wood Beat up the trunk in my Caprice This for them boys riding Slab For them boys riding clean For them niggas on them swangas In them fucking time machines This for them niggas on the vogues And the leather on the seat I be gripping on the Wood Beat up the trunk in my Caprice Beat up the trunk in my Caprice