rap cap but it sounds good

Get a job Make these bitches confess Blow this money I do not stress Get a job Make these bitches confess Blow this money I do not stress I'm full of passion You're full of anger I load some bullets in my gun Don't need one in the chamber You missing all of the fun If you can't control your aim sir I'm way ahead of the run I don't need a fucking stranger to tell me What to do Imma spit up on the mic Or I might just have a clothing brand Expedite it overnight Fucking right Flying on my dick like a kite And I pull up with a bitch on the right She got a ar sight Shoot 'em with that bitch in the dark of the night Get a job Make these bitches confess Blow this money I do not stress Get a job Make these bitches confess Get this money I do not stress Bad little ting And we pull up with the car on the side hoe I don't know what I'm saying we gonna be just fine Bro my momma called the lawyer Spend the pennies on that beat it's a dime I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I don't wanna be nobody I don't be nobody at the party I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine Talk a lot of smack That's what I do Call you Cordae before I kung your fu Better watch out cause I'm coming through I don't f*ck with you I don't be nobody at the party Imma be at the party I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine