[Intro: Thouxanbanfauni & Warhol.ss]
Thouxanban Capsule
Ay, ay
Get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it
Ay, ay

[Hook: Warhol.ss & ThouxanbandFauni]
Pull up wit' that Tec, n***a don't get wet
Dial up my connect, toll-free, no collect
Mad, lil' bitch, I bet, all I know is flex
Don't shoot for no respect, don't shoot with no regrets
Ride out with my gang, boy, better watch your chain
I ain't worried 'bout you, doin' my thing, I ain't worried 'bout you, doin' my thing
Count guap, I don't carry no change, fuck boy better stay in your lane
'Bout a thousand n***as want my head, 'bout a thousand bitches in my bed
But n***a I ain't worried 'bout shit, n***a I ain't worried 'bout shit
All a n***a want is these chips, n***a I ain't worried 'bout shit
Claim that you want a n***a dead, but you rather talk about it instead
Always keep one in the hair, fuck the talkin' we aim for your head

[Verse: Warhol.ss and ThouxanbandFauni]
I bet these fuck n***as thought I would flock
Pull up in LA on Sunset with thots
That bitch don't love me, she just want the guap
Fuck all these n***as, they lookin' like opps
You get robbed for your gold or get robbed for your guap
I'm shootin' on sight, I don't fuck with cops
I learned to adapt, that cash I adopt
I'm rippin' the rims straight off of your drop
I need that guap in your safe, bool wit' your bitch in LA
Wait, I know these fuck n***as fake, phony
My n***as stay wit' that chopper like Kony
Don't fuck with these n***as claimin' they know me
These boys they look up to me, really owe me
Fuck n***a talkin', I shoot him like Tony
Say he want smoke, tell that fuck n***a, "Show me"
[Hook: Warhol.ss & ThouxanbandFauni]
Pull up wit' that Tec, n***a don't get wet
Dial up my connect, toll-free, no collect
Mad, lil' bitch, I bet, all I know is flex
Don't shoot for no respect, don't shoot with no regrets
Ride out with my gang, boy, better watch your chain
I ain't worried 'bout you, doin' my thing, I ain't worried 'bout you, doin' my thing
Count guap, I don't carry no change, fuck boy better stay in your lane
'Bout a thousand n***as want my head, 'bout a thousand bitches in my bed
But n***a I ain't worried 'bout shit, n***a I ain't worried 'bout shit
All a n***a want is these chips, n***a I ain't worried 'bout shit
Claim that you want a n***a dead, but you rather talk about it instead
Always keep one in the hair, fuck the talkin' we aim for your head