[Intro: DooWop]
I was nineteen
Momma said I wasn't doing the right thing, yeah (Phew phew phew)
Cap Or Die

[Chorus: DooWop]
I was nineteen
Momma said I wasn't doing the right thing
Tote the F&N like it's licensed, yeah
And you know we don't do no fighting
Knife on the chopper, it might slice him, yeah
And come get this bitch that you wifing
When she suck me up, this bitch is trifling, yeah
I'm in LA more than a Laker, but I'm from Chiraq, I ball like I'm Michael, yeah

[Verse 1: DooWop]
I just spent a light ten, lil' bitch she lightskin
Took the confirmation, told that lil' bitch, book a flight then
And she say she like twins, when I make nice film
Steady talking about her ex, I say "I'm nothing like him"
N***as out here hating, I ain't nothing like them
Jumped in the water head first, that's a light swim
F&N touch his head, that's a light trim
One phone call then he dead, sniper snipe him
Been through so much pain that a n***a numb
We just spent 10k on guns, we ain't posting not one
We was running 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
Momma said I wasn't doing the right thing
Tote the F&N like it's licensed, yeah
And you know we don't do no fighting
Knife on the chopper, it might slice him, yeah
And come get this bitch that you wifing
When she suck me up, this bitch is trifling, yeah
I'm in LA more than a Laker, but I'm from Chiraq, I ball like I'm Michael, yeah

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Jewellery box looks like motherfucking lightin'
Hurt a n***a literally, the bitch is bitin'
Hit up Saks cop shoes from Italy, I spent a light ten
Cash you dream of savin' literally I mix the Sprite in
Did this shit my way, I'm far from average
See that shit attacking, I'm a sack savage
Roll up with that bag, I got back spasms
And I'm back spazzin', still on my mouth magics
And I'm out here in Chiraq, it's still one of my manics
Got a .40 Glock filled with that heat to get Illmatic, lef off a ladder, we still in traffic
Pull up "Brrah" everybody scatter, go through his sack and fuck up his platter
We ain't really with that chitter chatter, wait, yeah it don't matter
I ain't never been to college, I ain't no fratter, but I'm a Cappa
And I was driving, Cap was my clapper, bitch I'm a real Cappa
And all that talk out your mouth about Cap, pull up, how that feel yapper? (Brrah)
Used to be trippin' for real, now I'ma real rapper
Might just go on one more hit and I'm gon' chill after
'Cause n***as do a lot of hoe 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 jacking my style, they love me 'cause everything real about it, bitch
Ayy, Wopskino (Wopskino, uh)
I know I fuck with it, you with it, we 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 the 47 then vamonos
Fuck n***as, I ain't with none of those
Never could I, I'm not one of those
Head held high like I'm one of the most
Flood out the hood, give 'em five hundred bowls
Everybody lookin' at me "Let's go"
Whole gang dependin' on me, for sure
[Outro: G Herbo]
Ayy, phew, phew, gang gang bitch, Cap or die
Cap or die, Cappin' ain't dead fuck n***a
Yeah, Cappin' ain't dead bitch n***a shit, gang