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letra de stop cappin (remix) - blueface

[intro: blueface]
(hvnnidband did that)
blueface, baby
(hvnnidband did that)
yeah, aight
stop the cappin’
stop the cappin’

[chorus: blueface]
stop cappin’ (stop cappin’), i’m really poppin’ (poppin’)
how can i slip if i’m the one doin’ the moppin’?
no forensics, no witness, no ballistics (no ballistics)
no attachment, but this glock got extensions
stop the cappin’ (stop the cappin’), i’m really poppin’ (poppin’)
how can i slip if i’m the one doin’ the moppin’?
no forensics, no witness, no ballistics (no ballistics)
no attachment, but this glock got extensions

[verse 1: blueface]
shoot a movie in this b-tch with extended clips
bet he feel guilty when i knock down the innocent
glock with a d-ck for a jehovah’s if he witnessed it (no witnesses)
it’s not about how you start, ’bout how you finish it
shots to the face, no chaser
f-ck a fade, i’m only givin’ out tapers (yellow tape)
woke up early just to slide on you later (see you later)
i always keep a hard pole for a hater (bop)
two d-cks, i’m with the full-fledged bullsh-t (with the bullsh-t)
it don’t make sense, i can’t pay it full attention
i always stood out, ’cause i was too ahead to fit in
no pot to p-ss in, now my gold really p-ssin’ (p-ssin’)
blueface bustdown, aquafina on my pendant (on my pendant)
grown -ss man, baby, i ain’t got no dependents (no dependents)
no forensic, no witness, no ballistics (no ballistics)
no attachment, but this glock got extensions

[verse 2: blueface]
stop cappin’, i’m really poppin’
pull up on your block with a stick and get to moppin’
i’m literally talkin’ in this b-tch and it’s still knockin’
she gon’ pop it ’cause i’m poppin’
thirty in a .40, feel like i’m squeezin’ a lemon
bruce leroy kicks flyin’ out this glock kickin’
pop up least expected like a mention
n-gg-s want beef ’til i bring it to they kitchen
it’s all fun and games ’til i pull up to your block trippin’
curry in the clip, but i’m shootin’ like scottie pippen
hot sauce, no drive-by, bounced out and walked up
taped off, stop the cappin’, you n-gg-s all talk
difficult, but i make it look simple (simple)
rondo with the nine ’cause i stay off my dribble (off my dribble)
no forensics, no witness, no ballistics (no ballistics)
no attachments, but this glock got extensions

[verse 3: the game]
pull up in that black lambo’ truck on daytons
hop out my own sh-t, turn around and start hatin’
so i feel you f-ck n-gg-s, i would hate me too
your baby mama stuck on my d-ck, crazy glue
i’m ’bout that action, tap in when you land in la
i send an uber to hit your airbnb with a k
that b-tch wet, james harden stroke
i’m like the air, n-gg-, i want all the smoke
i’m the king, no crown, hennessy guzzle down
hundred stacks, black diamonds, i’ma drip ’til i drown
give a clip to a clown, got a drum that make sounds
one shot’ll go through a gorilla and knock an elephant down
my uzi got they head did, h-lla extensions
cut all that tension ‘fore these hoes get to trippin’
all that ig cappin’, now your -ss missing
fifteen hundred the homie and some gas for the mission

- blueface

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