Kkaptain Baseball bat boi
• Written by Funk-Shun
[Verse 1: Spark Master Tape]
Got powder on my face like a pretty bitch (I'm twerkin', mamma!)
She was off pimpin when I whipped this shit
Move packs this loud, my plug on about a thousand watts
I ain't moving out this town, 'til we chased down by about a thousand cops
We creeping, when we up we wilding, dope dealing we breeding violence
Smoking on that plat, find a [?]coca in the flat
We got that Mass Appeal, Master P on massive pills
Massive mills we packing steel, never know how real that mac'll feel
BRRRAAAP
[Sample]
Listen right, we're looking for a lad that can do his stuff
I've heard you're a bit tasty, no messing around or you'll get a slap
Remember I'm the monkey and you're the cheese grater
[Verse 2]
I'm in Aruba with Platoon Goon scuba gear, neck tied Yogi Bear
Toking on the Putin, and all my hoes rocking the yoga gear
Over here, killing shit globally like we overstay
I'm popping the xanies to stop the weed from getting lonely
[Interlude (x2)]
All my ghetto bitches in the projects
P-projects, P-projects, coming
Through coming coming through like-
[Verse 3]
I'm in my brother room, shit ain't changed, still the same
Momma think he coming back but Poppa know his son was clapped
Now I'm on the TV playing CDs and DVDs that we used to rock
Bigger brother failed you, I should've stopped, but the devil ride
I'm headed out, head down, eye red, crown gone, shells in a toast
With a clip that look a mile long
[Verse 4]
It's a shout out to my peoples, holding it down
Heaven must be Hell cause it rain when it clouds
Straight to the game when I aimed at 'em
People wanted to change everything that I wrote a song about
Better bring that armor out, we on that army now
Yeah we squadding like the whole camp playing Arma now
[Verse 5]
As we camp, set the fire [?]
And the jungle only calls to us. [?]
It's why I'll retire
Only when I get shot to death
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Funk-Shun
Member since August 3 2016