Captain Crunch Lyrics – Trippie Redd ft. Sada Baby

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Yeah!
Pu**y n!gga said he gone kill me
Hm, I don't give a f**k, I'm gone die anyway,  haha
Tell ya, yeah,  yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Talk about them P's (P's), got a bunch, n!gga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth
 and grab my gun, n!gga (Gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch, n!gga
Oh, you sipping on Tris, we sipping Wock', ha, dumb n!gga
Got it out the bricks, yeah
F**k n!gga (F**k n!gga, f**k n!gga)
If you said it's up, lil' n!gga
Then know it's up with ya (Up)
Best believe we gone find your b!tch ass
N!gga, I'm gone get up with ya
We nuts, if we come (Bah)
We gone bust at ya (Bah)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd & Icewear Vezzo]
F**k a b!tch, f**k 12, lil' n!gga
I don't need no cuffs, n!gga (Cuffs, uh-uh)
Politicing and p!mping in that 'Vette
Leave a hater in the dust, n!gga (Dust, skrrt)
Taking all your sh!t, in my chain (Yeah)
That's Snow on tha Bluff, n!gga (Yeah)
Now get up outta here (Ha), yeah, aight (Yeah)
I'ma f**k with ya

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Don't be reaching for my chain, huh
You know we pop n!ggas (B!tch)
Call this Backwood "Gang, " why?
Because my opps in it (Haha)
Open up that closet, yeah
I got big mop in it (That mop)
They don't buy no drank from me, huh
'cause I re-rock, n!gga (Iced Up Records)
F**k n!gga, we could shoot or box (Yeah)
You know we punch n!ggas (N!gga)
Every time we see y'all out, we eat
Y'all n!ggas lunch menus (Y'all n!ggas lunch)
Eight of Wock' in my cream soda (That Wock')
It ain't no cut in it (Uh-uh)
Play with mine, you gone die today
Right now, come try your luck, n!gga
I'll give a goofy all headshots
Like is you dumb or nah?
You sink n!ggas won't front me no more bags
'cause I be running off (F**k 'em)
Bust Cuban and rose-gold Presi' blown
Yeah that's a hundred ball (Yeah)
F**k the stage, I ain't doing no more shows
Unless my gun involved, n!gga

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Sada Baby]
Talk about them P's (P's), got a bunch, n!gga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth
And grab my gun, n!gga (Gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch, n!gga
Oh, you sipping on Tris, we sipping Wock', dumb n!gga
Got it out the bricks, yeah
F**k n!gga (F**k n!gga, f**k n!gga)
If you said it's up, lil' n!gga
Then know it's up with ya (Up, you know it's up then)
Best believe we gone find your b!tch ass
N!gga, I'm gone get up with ya (Mm, yeah)
We nuts, if we come (Bah), we gone bust at ya (Bah)

[Verse 3: Sada Baby]
Tripping off the red with Trippie Redd
Vezz' keep counting up blues (Okay)
You already dead if me and
My mans get to walking up to you (Bang)
Make a b!tch gave me head
Her and her friends, yeah, they 'bout to do it
If you ain't got no bands, I'm just saying
Don't talk to me 'bout no music (Ah, ah)
Oh, all my clothes exclusive, spin move your ho, elusive
Put the dope on the road, that's lucrative
Then make it back home, it's secluded (Gang)
Up big five, shoot it (Gang)
I'm big fire, booling (Gang)
Tell a b!tch, "Be quiet", the rudest
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
Shut your as* up, mute it
My trap jumping, groovin, huh
Pass me that cup, pass me that blunt
Pass me that gun (Skuba), huh
Racking it up, is you packing or what?
Who bagging me up? The whoopers?
The apes, the shooters (Ha)
The Dracs, we use 'em (Ha)
We hate computers (Ha, ha, ha)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Babyface Ray]
Talk about them P's (P's), got a bunch, n!gga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth
And grab my gun, n!gga (Gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch, n!gga
Oh, you sipping on Tris, we sipping Wock', dumb n!gga
Got it out the bricks, yeah
F**k n!gga (F**k n!gga, f**k n!gga)
If you said it's up, lil' n!gga
Then know it's up with ya (It's up)
Best believe we gone find your b!tch ass
N!gga, I'm gone get up with ya
We nuts, if we come (Bah, phew, phew, phew)
We gone bust at ya (Bah)

[Verse 4: Babyface Ray]
Yeah, I ain't drinking no Tris (Nah)
I don't f**k with no snitch (Nah)
You a broke as* lame n!gga
I ain't touching yo' b!tch (Mm-mm)
I'm humble, I ain't soft, n!gga
Have yo' as* go blitz (Go get it)
Used to pray for a whole thing
Keep one on my wrist (Everyday)
D to the O, me and Trippie Redd (Yeah)
Actavis, baby, I'm sipping red (Yeah)
Got my advance from dealing meds
(Got my advance from dealing)
Bro rock Yeezy in the feds (Yeah)
Trapping ain't dead, these n!ggas scared (That's crazy)
Yeah, my n!ggas trained to go
F**k my b!tch, f**k my b!tch best friend
I'ma just blame the dope
Police came, hit the lights on me
Turn to Usain and bolt
Can't believe they let me in the game
Skeeting a famous ho (Famous ho)
Cuban links, diamonds full of pointers
I don't do chains with ropes (Mm-mm)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Babyface Ray]
Talk about them P's (P's, facts, n!gga)
Got a bunch, n!gga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and
Grab my gun, n!gga (Gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds
Cap'n Crunch, n!gga
Oh, you sipping on Tris, we sipping Wock', dumb n!gga
Got it out the bricks, yeah, f**k n!gga
(F**k n!gga, f**k n!gga)
If you said it's up, lil' n!gga
Then know it's up with ya (It's up)
Best believe we gone find your b!tch ass
N!gga, I'm gone get up with ya
We nuts, if we come (Bah)
We gone bust at ya (Bah)