Captain Crunch Lyrics – Trippie Redd
Singer: Trippie Redd
Title: Captain Crunch
Yeah
p#ss# n#gg#s said they gon’ kill me
I don’t give a f#ck, I was gon’ die anyway
Tell ya, yeah, yeah
Talk about them P’s (P’s)
Got a bunch n#gg#
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, n#gg#
40 on the wrist, colored diamonds, Captain Crunch, n#gg#
Oh you sipping on Tris
We sipping Wock, dumb n#gg#
Got it out the bricks, yeah
f#ck n#gg# (f#ck n#gg#, f#ck n#gg#)
If you said it’s up little n#gg#, then you know it’s up with you
Best believe we gon’ find your b#tch ass, n#gg# I’m gon’ get up with you (We nuts)
If we come, we gon’ bust at you
f#ck a b#tch, f#ck 12, little n#gg# I don’t need no cuffs, n#gg# (Cuffs)
Politickin’ and pimpin’ in that Vette, leave a hater in the dust, n#gg# (Skrrt)
Takin’ all your sh#t and my chains, that’s snow on the bluff, n#gg# (Yeah)
Now get up outta here
Yeah aight, I’mma f#ck with ya
Don’t be reaching for my chain
You know we pop n#gg#s (b#tch)
Call us backwood gang (Why?)
Because my opps in it
Open up that closet, yeah
I got big mop in it (They poppin’)
They don’t buy no drink from me
‘Cause I rerock n#gg#s
f#ck n#gg# we can shoot a box (Yeah)
You know we punch n#gg#s (n#gg#)
Every time we see y’all out, we eat, y’all n#gg#s lunch menus
8 of Wock in my cream soda (That Wock)
It ain’t no cut in it (Uh-uh)
Play with mine, you gonna die today right now, come try your luck, n#gg#
I’ll give a goofy all headshots, like is you dumb or naw
You sink n#gg#s won’t front me no more bags
‘Cause I be running off (f#ck ’em)
Bust a Cuban and a rose gold Presi blown, yeah, that’s a 100 ball (Yes)
f#ck the stage, I ain’t doing no more shows unless my gun involved, n#gg#
Talk about them P’s (P’s)
Got a bunch n#gg#
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, n#gg#
40 on the wrist, colored diamonds, Captain Crunch, n#gg#
Oh you sipping on Tris
We sipping Wock, dumb n#gg#
Got it out the bricks, yeah
f#ck n#gg# (f#ck n#gg#, f#ck n#gg#)
If you said it’s up little n#gg#, then you know it’s up with you (You know it’s up, then)
Best believe we gon’ find your b#tch ass, n#gg# I’m gon’ get up with you (We nuts)
If we come, we gon’ bust at you (Mount up!)
Vezz keep counting up blues (Okay)
You already dead
If me and my mans get to walking up to you (Bye)
Like a b#tch give me head, her and her friends, yeah, they about to do it
If you ain’t got no bands, I’m just saying, not talkin about no music
All my clothes exclusive
Spin move your hoe, elusive
Put the dope on the road, that’s lucrative
Then make it back home, secluded
Up big fast, shoot it
I’m big five, boolin’
Tell a b#tch be quiet, the rudest
Shut your #ss up, mute it (Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
My trap jump, groovin’ (Huh)
Pass me that cup
Pass me that blunt
Pass me that gun, Scuba
Racking it up, is you packing or what? Who backing me up?
The whoopers, the apes, the shooters
The Dracs, we use them
We hate computers
Talk about them P’s (P’s)
Got a bunch n#gg#
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, n#gg#
40 on the wrist, colored diamonds, Captain Crunch, n#gg#
Oh you sipping on Tris
We sipping Wock, dumb n#gg#
Got it out the bricks, yeah
f#ck n#gg# (f#ck n#gg#, f#ck n#gg#)
If you said it’s up little n#gg#, then you know it’s up with you
Best believe we gon’ find your b#tch ass, n#gg# I’m gon’ get up with you (We nuts)
If we come, we gon’ bust at you
Yeah, I ain’t drinking no Tris (Nah)
I don’t f#ck with no snitch (Nah)
You a broke #ss lame n#gg#
I ain’t touching your b#tch
I’m humble, I ain’t soft n#gg#
Had your #ss go blitz
Used to pray for a whole thing
Keep one on my wrist (Everyday)
Actavis, baby I’m sipping red
Got my advance from dealing meds
Bro right yeezy and the feds
Trappin’ ain’t dead, these n#gg#s scared (Yeah, that’s crazy)
My n#gg#s trained to go
f#ck my b#tch, f#ck my b#tch best friend
I’mma just blame the dope
Police came, hit the lights on me
Turn Usain and bolt
Can’t believe they let me in the game, skeetin’ a famous hoe
Cuban links, diamonds full of pointers, I don’t do chains with ropes
Talk about them P’s (P’s)
Got a bunch n#gg#
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, n#gg#
40 on the wrist, colored diamonds, Captain Crunch, n#gg#
Oh you sipping on Tris
We sipping Wock, dumb n#gg#
Got it out the bricks, yeah
f#ck n#gg# (f#ck n#gg#, f#ck n#gg#)
If you said it’s up little n#gg#, then you know it’s up with you
Best believe we gon’ find your b#tch ass, n#gg# I’m gon’ get up with you (We nuts)
If we come, we gon’ bust at you
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