W2BRISCOE

Lyrics: Adrian Baez/Dennys Capellan Music: Adrian Baez/Dennys Capellan [Intro] Hmm Hmmm Yeah, hmm-hmm Yeah, hmm ahh Yeah, in the room (boom boom) I feel like no cap with the b*****s I feel like no cap with the b*****s [Chorus] I feel like no cap with the b*****s pac, Wockhardt He got a drac, nigga give me a reason, spend a couple bands, getchu knocked off We gone spin the whole block with fire Shoot a big .45 or FN, big fire And she ask why I'm like this, ain’t telling no business Keep that shit a bean, it ain’t my fault I got goons that be living like rockstars Why you acting like you ain’t get popped on I just got a BNB, got a whole freak b***h, catch me upstairs getting topped of Got a big FN, **** nigga I ain’t playing shootin' up his head, get crossed of We gon' murder shit already know it We gone play the whole block like guitars He thought he seen what I saw, he ain’t saw it [Verse 1] Watch me act like a thot, I'm retarded Boy you stupid if you think we sparing Niggas know what the real, I got a whole lotta steel We ain’t talking, we sparking Bought a thick bad b***h a Birki I got a whole lotta bottles like nurses Momma caught me with a rock, I was working I was stuck up in the trap with a purpose 357 baby I just bought a new Glock and a sig Told that b***h suck my d**k 'til the day I blee Man, the way niggas hit em embarrassing B***h I spent a whole bag, I got real commas Brodie got four bodies, he a real drummer Made a whole stack off them pints Catch a opp, we gone zip em up, that nigga sealed em [Chorus] I feel like no cap with the b*****s pac, Wockhardt He got a drac, nigga give me a reason, spend a couple bands, getchu knocked off We gone spin the whole block with fire Shoot a big .45 or FN, big fire And she ask why I'm like this, ain’t telling no business Keep that shit a bean, it ain’t my fault I got goons that be living like rockstars Why you acting like you ain’t get popped on I just got a BNB, got a whole freak b***h, catch me upstairs getting topped of Got a big FN, **** nigga I ain’t playing shootin' up his head, get crossed of We gon' murder shit already know it We gone play the whole block like guitars He thought he seen what I saw, he ain’t saw it [Verse 2] Ferragamo Holding up big Gucci I told that boy, 'get the **** out my face,' tryna act like he been knew m My shotta stay holding them big Uzi's With dracs in the back, no we ain’t Tunechi If you see us inside of the party, my niggas always looking for the opps Tryna catch a nigga, bust em at his noggin Look what I'm doing now, I’m mackin wit b***he We spinning, we wooing 'em Put the phones in the back, man, this shit is annoying no I'm that nigga right now so they wanna run down Young as hell with them racks, they like b***h, “how he doing that” Man, the money make these hoes wetty, he screamin, on stretchers She thinking back, and regretting she left me Keep the snipe to right like my first name Wesley Now your mama crying, take it easy Now your sister talking NYPD Shorty asking when a nigga gon' see me Booling wit my mackballer and sometimes my deelzey Fell in love with them racks Heard he keep a lil duece as a strap Nigga slime briscoe get 'em inna back Heard a nigga out 'cause he got a lil strap, know he ain’t bout it [Chorus] I feel like no cap with the b*****s pac, Wockhardt He got a drac, nigga give me a reason, spend a couple bands, getchu knocked off We gone spin the whole block with fire Shoot a big .45 or FN, big fire And she ask why I'm like this, ain’t telling no business Keep that shit a bean, it ain’t my fault I got goons that be living like rockstars Why you acting like you ain’t get popped on I just got a BNB, got a whole freak b***h, catch me upstairs getting topped of Got a big FN, **** nigga I ain’t playing shootin' up his head, get crossed of We gon' murder shit already know it We gone play the whole block like guitars He thought he seen what I saw, he ain’t saw it