Chip - Capri-Sun lyrics

[Hook: AJ Tracey] Walk in the studes, then I turn the Mac on Handed the ting to my runner like a baton Always got my hood up or I got a hat on First verse anyone, man'll put a bag on Capri-Sun, boy, yeah, I got the juice You can't war with man cuh' you'll lose Now I've got sponsors, Nike send man shoes Mandem are next to make your man snooze [Verse 1: AJ Tracey] Meeting at nine, but I'm gonna sleep late I be spinning clubs, something like a DJ Now I'm getting dough, so I'm tryna eat great Leader of the gang, call a brother TJ Run a man down, call a brother Piqué Still up in the Grove, call a man CJ I was with Wiley stirring up a heatwave If a chicks got a mad back get a replay, yeah Bro, I'm on a mad one If I'm heading up to Brum, I holla SafOne I got a brother who don't even have an Apple ID That will hold his finger down until the Mac's done Yeah they wanna talk loads, it's a minor Cuh' they're stuck up in a hole like a miner I cut them off with an axe like a miner Bangs having them look like a hit from Desiigner, mad My man are on gangster behavior Couple teefs wanna run with my flavour If we're doing well in West, then salute me I put n***as back up on the map, I'm the saviour Bros with the razor Looking like COD, strapped with a lazer If you had faith, ask for a favour Did it on my own, I ain't signed to a major [Hook: AJ Tracey] Walk in the studes, then I turn the Mac on Handed the ting to my runner like a baton Always got my hood up or I got a hat on First verse anyone, man'll put a bag on Capri-Sun, boy, yeah, I got the juice You can't war with man cuh' you'll lose Now I've got sponsors, Nike send man shoes Mandem are next to make your man snooze [Verse 2: Chip] A beat just came, JC put the Mac on Ain't got a trim, I got a hoodie or a hat on Man might pick an MC and just snap on Tell a boy back off, might get spat on AJ winged out, I took the baton Spin man like man just put the track on Yeah, n***as chatting about sales, oh please (lowe it) Only plaque you've got in your teeth K-M-T, L-O-L s** your girl, go to hell Red or blue? Pop a pill You're industry, I'm off the rails Word for word, truly don Got the juice, Rubicon On the set, you be lost Not a shellers, who you conning? Yeah Mad when you put me on a verse Put me on the beat, get it acapella, could be worse Cuh' man get handy with the flows Skip on the beat then hang you with the rope (man down) I pull up on antics Always got a pack and a bottle when I'm landing Chipmunk stands out so they can stand him Me nuh give a f** though, still getting bands in [Hook: AJ Tracey] Walk in the studes, then I turn the Mac on Handed the ting to my runner like a baton Always got my hood up or I got a hat on First verse anyone, man'll put a bag on Capri-Sun, boy, yeah, I got the juice You can't war with man cuh' you'll lose Now I've got sponsors, Nike send man shoes Mandem are next to make your man snooze [Verse 3: AJ Tracey] I do it for the P's and I do it for the flows Walk in the club, bare yats for the dough Bare peach backs in the place doing wobble But it looking like I'm cooling off of Jellyfish Fields Tell a yat in ya face, can't pay for your meals f** postcode beef, I just want bills Girls wanna stay round, girls wanna film Girls wanna brag and show friends couple stills AJ, I'll spin a big man for a laugh Cause I've had more wheels than you've had hot baths Mask on my face like I don't want Sarz And I make more bread, I employ more staff Man's got a manager, man's got a stylist Man's got bare sauce but you can't buy this Man's got a lawyer, man's got an agent I make a next stack every time I close my eyelids Trapaholics voice drop, where did you find it? Scrapping on a big back, man'a just whine it If she ain't a 10, nah I won't dine it Award on my shelf, now I've gotta shine it You thought that was your flow, but I designed it They was catting for the EP but I timed it [?] better, combed on the top Skin fades on the sides and I just line it [Hook: AJ Tracey] Walk in the studes, then I turn the Mac on Handed the ting to my runner like a baton Always got my hood up or I got a hat on First verse anyone, man'll put a bag on Capri-Sun, boy, yeah, I got the juice You can't war with man cuh' you'll lose Now I've got sponsors, Nike send man shoes Mandem are next to make your man snooze [Outro] Snooze Mac on Ting, baton Hood up Hat on Anyone Bag on Juice Lose Shoes Next Snooze