[Intro]
Yo
B-Eazy, that's my slime

[Chorus]
Yeah, these days, n***as like to cap a lot (Cap a lot)
Bandana wrapped around the Glock, I call it 'Pac (Call it 'Pac)
Yeah, yeah, take the murder rate and push it up a notch
Yeah, yeah, dissing in them songs what got your brother shot

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I got a gangsta' bitch, I make her fuck the opps (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause when she fucking on ya, she gon' send the drop (Yeah, yeah)
I slang iron, but I like to rap a lot, yeah (Okay)
I got mob ties, just like Rap-a-Lot, yeah
I keep a stick, my heart cold, popsicle (Poppa', poppa')
Hollow tips make a n***a do the Wiggle (Yeah)
Catch your shooter, bend him up, we make him cripple (Skrr, skrr, bow, bow)
I dream of murder, got a Glock under my pillow
I drop a bag and tell Osama, "Fuck it up" (Yeah, yeah)
Bullets hit the stomach, give him bubble guts (Yeah, yeah)
N***as wanna try me but don't got the guts (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause they know talkin' fly can get your feathers plucked (Yeah)
Grab the stick and burn a n***a like chlamydia
Play with me, my shooters come and fuck the city up (Fuck that n***a)
Rappers like to ride dick, tell 'em, "Giddy up" (Bitch)
Don't trust a bitch, got my stick fuckin' on a slut
I been puttin' that iron on n***a's back since Bebo (Bebo)
This is not a Smith and Wesson, this a Draco (This a Draco, bitch)
They say them n***as stacking bodies just like Legos
Take you out for the cream, that's a Maxo
[Chorus]
These days, n***as like to cap a lot
These—these days, n***as like to cap a lot
These—these days, n***as like to cap a lot
These—these days, n***as like to cap a lot

[Outro]
Cap a lot
Cap a lot
Cap a lot
Cap a lot