[Intro: DooWop]
I was nineteen, mama said I wasn't doin' the right thing, yeah
Cap or die

[Chorus: DooWop]
I was nineteen, mama said I wasn't doin' the right thing
Tote the F&N like it's licensed, yeah
And you know we don't do no fightin'
Knife on the chopper, it might slice him, yeah
And come get this bitch that you wifin'
Way she suck me up, this bitch is triflin', yeah
I'm in LA more than a Laker
But I'm from Chiraq, I ball like I'm Mike then, yeah

[Verse 1: DooWop]
I just spent a light ten, lil' bitch, she lightskin
Took the confirmation, told the lil' bitch book the flight then
And she say she like twins, wanna make a nice film
Steady talkin' 'bout her ex, I say "I'm nothin' like him"
N***as out here hatin', I ain't nothin' like them
Jumped in the water headfirst, that's a light swim (Swim)
F&N touch his head, that's a light trim (Trim)
One phone call, then he dead, sniper snipe him
Been through so much pain that a n***a numb (Numb)
We just spent 10K on guns, we ain't postin' not one (One)
We was runnin' wild, used to do this shit for fun
You can't stand around if you ain't tryna tote no guns
[Chorus: DooWop]
I was nineteen, mama said I wasn't doin' the right thing
Tote the F&N like it's licensed, yeah
And you know we don't do no fightin'
Knife on the chopper, it might slice him, yeah
And come get this bitch that you wifin'
Way she suck me up, this bitch is triflin', yeah
I'm in LA more than a Laker
But I'm from Chiraq, I ball like I'm Mike then, yeah

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Jewelry box look like a motherfuckin' light dance (Bling)
Hurt a n***a literally, them bitches bitin' (Bling)
Hit up Saks, cop shoes from Italy, I spend a light ten
Cash you dream of savin', literally, I mix the Sprite in
Did this shit my way, I'm far from average (Far from that)
See that shit, attack it (Yeah), I'm a sack savage
Rolled up with that bag (Yeah), I got back spasms
And I'm back spazzin', still on my mathematics
And I'm out here in Chiraq, it's still one up in my 'matic
Got a 40 Glock filled with that ether, get illmatic, let off a ladder, we still in traffic
Pull up, brrah 'til everybody scatter, go through his side, it fuck up his bladder
We ain't really with that chitter-chatter, where you at, it don't matter
I ain't never been to no college, I ain't a fratter, but I'm a Capper
And I was drivin', Cap was my clapper, bitch, I'm a real Capper
And all that talk in your mouth about Cap, pull up, how that feel, yapper? (Rrah, rrah)
Used to be trippin' for real, now I'm a real rapper
Might just go on one more hit and I'm gon' chill after
'Cause n***as do a lot of ho shit and I don't know how I feel about it
Every single thing I got tatted on me, pussy, you'll get killed about it
And the reason they jackin' my style, they love me 'cause everything real about it, bitch
Ayy, Wopskino (Wopskino, uh)
I know if I'm with it, you with it, we can get to that rápido
We ridin' with two, three of them bitches, but we can't be sloppy, though
Late night, I know you might still slide on Lil Papi, though
Make the opps fall like dominoes
Shoot 47, then vámonos
Fuck n***as, I ain't with none of those
Never could I honor one of those
Head held high like I'm one of the most
Flood out the hood, give 'em five hundred 'bows
Everybody lookin' at me to score
Whole gang dependin' on me, for sure, ayy
[Outro: G Herbo]
Herbo, gang gang, bitch, Cap or die
Cap or die, Cappin' ain't dead, fuck n***a
Cappin' ain't dead, bitch, you n***as scared
N***as scared