Lil Uzi Vert - Cap Flow lyrics

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] Uh [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] Gucci ghost, she fill my ghost, I'ma get that mula (Ghost, grra) While my brother got loyalty, ain't gotta pay my shooter (Woah) I was in the rack, all flashes, watch weight that I boo' up (Cap) Glowed up on a broke boy, just watch weight that you lose, yeah (Gang) Put a hole in a broke boy, so big look like a hoola (That me) Now get money, tryna be my man's, look at him like who ya? (Savage) No, you ain't really with the sh*ts, I could just see right through ya (What?, b*tch) No, no you can't hang with the gang, we ain't her junior (What?) Yes, I'ma boss, I'ma floss, and too I bang drugs, I feel like Lupta (Yeah) Get in the club with a .40 on the moss, I swear my gun is too tough (Gang) I was just with you b*tch, made her eat my two nuts (Yeah) All the opps mad 'cause we getting this guap, they can't believe we brew up (Uh) We don't know them (Uh), but best believe they knew us (Uh) I was in the drop, made up all this cap, I had to pour up like two cups (Yeah) Had to get on a flight to Madagascar and these ni**as still can't move us (b*tch) Let me hit 'em bro, I don't care if he sue us (b*tch) [Verse 2: Doo Wop & Lil Uzi Vert] ni**a I was really in the field, while they lil stay in the house so suit up (Grrr) Me in Doo Wop in LA, and we made two wet on a cougar (No cap) Now I'm in the hills, just popping up pills, so I'm cooling like a cooler VVS diamonds, hit off the Raf Simons, man, shout out to my jewler (Opps) Your love just got brain, now she smarter than a tutor (Brain) Her top gave me sane, yeah, oblongata her medulla (Brain) But we don't chase hoes, all we chase is that mula (Guap) I'm still in the trap, and my boys sell packs, that's the way we still maneuver (Money) Clip long as a ruler, FN got a cooler (Bih) Tech nine need to juke ya, been had chops b*tch, this ain't new to us (Ayy, ayy) Nothing new, battle my choppa, shoot at her (Ayy) We aim at your mind and you prolly could lose your life (Ayy, ayy) You ni**as b*tches, you really ain't shooting, no I fu*ked on this b*tch and I wetted her coochie (What?) You ni**a's diamonds ain't doing no stupid stuff Told a little goofie, just give all this goofie up 100 round clips, they talking no movie, huh Your life is boring, that means that your movie su*ks We keep getting money, this sh*t ain't new to us I got the drugs with the bougie cut Might just go shoot up your funeral My ni**as soldiers, they say you ain't losing us Lose a lil money on the stick (Yeah) We do the shooting, ain't no ni**as shooting us I had to pull up syringe, feds be around and that b*tch be choosing us (b*tch) [Outro: Lil Uzi Vert] Uh, woah, b*tch, uh Got 150 racks, my b*tch GBE Got 150 racks, my b*tch GBE Got 150 racks, my b*tch GBE