Full Time Cappers (feat. Money Bagg Yo & French Montana)

Fuck a scrimmage this ain't practice We put asses in the rafters Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends But they boyfriends full-time cappers Full-time cappers Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress We don't fuck with full-time cappers We don't fuck with full-time cappers Fuck you talking about bitch You sound stupid you sound childish I might pull up in that classic 1965 low mileage Slimane should be my stylist I'm mixing new Celine with Palace Drink liquor all night green juice all day life's all about balance Listen, think before you talk there might just be some goons around us You trippin' and tonight you're going to find out about how wild the town is And everything's not fiction there ain't nothing fake about us Been searching for my hot girl I told Megan bring some Stallions At fashion week Milan I'm out here snatching these Italians They gon' drop the ball the only thing I drop is platinum albums Drop ex hoes drop bad habits drop fire shit still drop acid Drop a pin I'm pulling up like Bam Bam all on your mattress Fuck a scrimmage this ain't practice We put asses in the rafters Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends But they boyfriends full-time cappers Full-time cappers Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress We don't fuck with full-time cappers We don't fuck with full-time cappers G-Eazy what it do If you thinking I'm fucking your bitch ask her I told her play her part, never I can see right through the lie, Casper Shot you right to the top, NASA You niggas cappers but my extendo as long as a cane I'm not a rapper got raised by trappers they taught me the game Got all my things by Louis, but I wear my heart on my sleeve These are for me not you, we did it in 2013 Snap back you niggas so cap, man it's clear your wallets are tapped Dick in her mouth, I'm feelin' her gap No rap cap, 100k in my lap? Fuck a scrimmage this ain't practice We put asses in the rafters Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends But they boyfriends full-time cappers Full-time cappers Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress We don't fuck with full-time cappers We don't fuck with full-time cappers Yeah, bitch you not a factor, you just an actor Hit her from the back she got it backwards Feel like I'm the shit like where my pampers Thousand dollar tip, yeah, for all the dancers Took a stylish bitch, ay, right to the Hamptons Now she on the injured list, yeah, cause she was active They be fighting for the dick, yeah, 'cause I'm attractive Money falling on the kid, yeah, feel like a magnet This is not an instant replay this life for real They gon' do whatever we say that's la famille Today feel just like my B-Day just signed a deal I think she down for the threeway she said she will Seen that ass I want to jump on that shit go bum bum Her face I want to bust on she said uh-uh You gone fuck up my makeup skeet on her Revlon As-salāmu ʿalaykum, this ain't no love song Fuck a scrimmage this ain't practice We put asses in the rafters Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends But they boyfriends full-time cappers Full-time cappers Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress We don't fuck with full-time cappers We don't fuck with full-time cappers