Fuck a skirmish, this ain't practice We put asses in the rackets Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends But they boyfriends full-time cappers Full-time cappers Bitch, I fold them like a full-time mattress We don't fuck with full-time cappers We don't fuck with full-time cappers Fuck you talkin' bout, bitch You sound stupid, you sound childish I might pull up in that classic 1965 low mileage Slimane should be my stylist Mixin' new Celine with Palace Drink liquor all night, green juice all day Life's all about balance Listen, think before you talk It might just be some goons around us You trippin' in tonight You gon' find out how wild the town is And everything's non-fiction It ain't nothin' fake about us Been searchin' for my hot girl I told Megan, bring some stallions In fashion week, Milan I'm out here snatchin' these Italians Don't drop the ball, the only thing I drop is platinum albums Drop X hoes, shot bad habits Shot fire shits, still drop acid Drop a pen, I'm pullin' up like bam, bam All on your mattress Fuck a skirmish, this ain't practice We put asses in the rackets Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends But they boyfriends full-time cappers Full-time cappers Bitch, I fold them like a full-time mattress We don't fuck with full-time cappers If you think I'm fuckin' your bitch, ask her I told her, play her part, now go I can see right through the last casper Shout-out right up 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 on the bench by Louis, but I wear my heart on my sleeve These Amiri, not Druids, we did that in 2013 Snap back, you niggas so capped My eyes clear, your water look tapped Dig in her mouth, I'm feelin' her gap No rap cap, 100K in my lap Fuck a skirmish, this ain't practice We put asses in the rackets Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends But they boyfriends full-time cappers Full-time cappers Bitch, I fold them like a full-time mattress We don't fuck with full-time cappers We don't fuck with full-time cappers 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 wear my pampers Thousand-dollar tip, yeah Like wear my pampers, thousand-dollar tip, yeah For all the dancers, took a stylish bitch, ayy Right to the hampers, now she on the injured list, yeah Cause she was active, they be fightin' for the dick, yeah Cause I'm attractive, money fallin' on the kick, yeah Feel like a magnet, this is not an instant replay This life for real, they gon' do whatever we say This life for real, till they feel just like my B-day Just signed a deal, I think she down for the three-way She said she will, see that ass I wanna jump on That shit go bump-bomb, her face I wanna bust on She said, uh-uh, you gon' fuck up my makeup Skied on her Replon, As-salamu alaykum This ain't no lesson Fuck the 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 full-time mattress We don't fuck with full-time cappers We don't fuck with full-time cappers We don't fuck with full-time cappers We don't fuck with full-time cappers