Fyelow – Captions

Fyelow – Captions Lyrics

Artist: Fyelow
Song: Captions

Aye
The objective is the-
Aye
The objective is the currency

I seen some cool n#gg#s turn lame, that sh#t hurt to me
So i call my nurse, she ems, she come with urgency
My lil’ jawn, i pick her up, she think i’m hercules
If she laughing at a n#gg# joke, she’ll throw the neck on him

I think i hate n#gg#s more than the nets owner
You extra, huh, tryna do your best for her
Lil’ n#gg#, you pressed on her
I’m sendin’ shots at his #ss like cupid n#gg#

They come with extra love
I hate n#gg#s, g#dd#mn, i hate n#gg#s
I think i’m past fakin’, i wouldn’t even leave the crib
On saturdays if it wasn’t for #ss shakin

I’m cash-rakin’, lil’ n#gg#, i’m-
What you wanna see?
My n#gg#s tote straps so crazy b#tch look like dlc
Like she said the alphabet backwards, b#tch, went from u to t

I think my producer from michigan, he a wolverine
Listen, i can’t have no hoe phase, cause can’t no hoe phase me
She don’t do no yoga or nothin’, these b#tches so lazy
And ben franklin, you a pedophile, b#tch

He been sittin’ up in my pocket since i was a lil’ kid
But i never snitched, plus i made more bread than chris hansen
Short hair, but her #ss fat, damn, that b#tch handsome
Spendin’ cash, but i told him keep the change

I ain’t playin’, but i’m gettin’ to the bag, luol deng
Did this sh#t for fun, and they sick that i passed him
I ain’t playin’, but i’m gettin’ paid like i’m haslem
If i lose a-

Next one better than my last one
Chopper slow him down if he try to pull a fast one
Treat these hoes like a fishing rod the way i cast ’em
I done put so many n#gg#s on, you can ask em

I said, treat him like a wood and spark a man
Drive-by, that’s how you put the car in drive and park a man
When i draw the weapon, it erase, i call it magic marker
Ben franklin gay, i just caught him and grant inside my wallet

I said, i don’t chase the money, chase pull up to me and make deposits
This ain’t nick at nite, i got a drake on me and i ain’t joshin’
I said, don’t be pickin’ fights if you ain’t got no squabbles, lil’ n#gg#
Chopper give his #ss a bald fade, little bill, n#gg#

You’s a lil’ n#gg#, probably still pee in the bed, n#gg#
Back in grade school, i had to flip my card to red, n#gg#
They say i’m rap cappin’, all my bars go overheads, n#gg#
You the type to hate the minute you get out the bed

All these n#gg#s gluten-free, they ain’t been gettin’ to no bread
Pockets fat, they full of gifts, i should’ve put em’ in a sled
It’s a saturday, but i’ll beat your #ss like i’m craig
I see you got a check, but don’t let that lil’ sh#t go to your head, n#gg#
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Release Year: 2020