TNG Jay Bandz — Kappin

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Aye stop that luh kappin
We know you ain’t trappin
Why do you be kappin
What you mean you packin
Bro you need to stop kappin
You don’t get no racks in
You need to stop lackin
You stay wit the kappin

23s on my feet
But I ain’t no gym man
Stay wit a pound
So Am i a trappah
Be in the kitchen
So I’m water whippin
My gun got extensions
That’s my LIL villian
Need me a million
Before I get the children
Life I be chillin
Yo bitch I be Pimpin

Ima keep stacking and grindin
Flipping and shit
Jay bandz trap nigga
You know he gone flip
Known to be real
So how could I switch
Solid street nigga
I ain’t a snitch
Pops told me tht
Ain’t raise a bitch
Been in the streets
I’m made for this

Wesson and eagles
I’m ready for war
You see a beam
No shooting star
Still in the hood
But made it far
Don’t got a bitch
I drive my own car
Life like a movie
When I’m off the bar

50 Clip long like skillet
Let the whole round off
Ops gotta feel it
No mo dogfood got the meal ticket
Back to the streets
I’m denis the menace
33 Shots no Scottie pippen
I ain’t Jordan but I be winnin

If I dropped the wood tryna flip the switch
Fuck nigha you gotta die quick
Bad bitch and she slim thick
She finna hop up in my whip
Shorty know I’m 2 legit
I couldn’t quit got plenty sticks
Ya girl know I be the man
I been the man since I was 6

Real nigha till I d-I-e
Till that day I still rock TNG
Move in traffic real comfortably
In public BUT wouldn’t step to me
Seen me and went the other way
How tf he be tryna klaim the streets
In the streets eat or get ate
Lion in this jungle so im the king

Got off of work
Put the work on the scale
If I gotta shoot at 12
Pray I ain’t goin to jail
If I get locked up Know I’m gone make bail
Get big packs gone sum like that mail
Win fast races can’t be slow snail
I came up now can I make XL

Run thru the field wit the sack action Jackson
But I got music fame sum like mike Jackson
Don’t try to test my gangsta ain’t no kappin
TNG gang team never lackin

Free von next month
It’s gone be lavish
Rude like Rick
Hoes no im manish
Bad bitch in my face
Say she speak Spanish
Show her I’m playa
But she still a challenge
Made us a brand
No kawhi New balance

Smokin on the ops ass
Wood burn slow kuz he gas
Love countin money
When I’m mad
Gotta big gun up in my bag
Let off hella shots bout the max
Gas posed to help me relax
On this beat I felt I had to spazz
I’m Street nigha and you can check my stats

Aye stop all that luh kappin
We know you ain’t trappin
Aye stop all tht luh kappin
What you mean you packin
Aye stop all that luh kappin