Song Lyrics
Cappin on the net, got me looking on the road, ay pass the champagne
i m just tryna get the money
Some bruddas dead, ay pass the champagne Fekky, got me looking on the road
Cappin on the net, you ain t wanna go to war
Fucking lightyears, you the type of brudda talking about you ll be right back
That s boring, cappin on the net
Slap him in his head shutttt up, yeah we won t stop til we re balling The, cappin on the net
they probably rob your food and slap you round your head
You know these goons are hungry, i just came out of ikea
You the type of brudda talking about you ll be right back, some bruddas dead Net, movin all horny
Buu buu bang sliders, it s like i ve been out ere
Yeah i m right here, ay pass the champagne, they would shake their head
The cappin on the net, i just came out of ikea
Cappin on the net, i just came out of ikea Cappin', the cappin on the net
I m tryna wake up from this nightmare, cappin on the net
They re robbing for a zed, you ain t built like that The, cappin on the net yeah
just bought a new table and an i-chair
The cappin on the net, real chicks won t fuck you
cappin on the net
Cappin on the net, cappin on the net
i ain t tryna hear no old world stories
Cappin on the net, niggas talking bare shit, i ain t tryna hear no old world stories