Fredo Santana Cappin’

Bitch I’m cappin

Bitch I’m cappin

OoooOooOOOO

Bitch I’m Cappin

(808Mafia)

Bitch I’m cappin’ (bitch I’m cappin’)

Bitch I’m cappin’ (bitch I’m caaaappin’)

Bitch I’m cappin’ (bitch I’m cappin’)

Bitch I’m cappin’

Montana’s on

Flexin’ to this song

Bad bitches with me

Showing me they thong-ong-ong

Bitch I’m cappin’ (bitch I’m cappin’)

Bitch I’m cappin’

Got this Glock on me

Yeah I’m gon squeeze

Wish a nigga would run up on meeee

Bitch I’m cappin’ (bitch I’m cappin’)

Bitch I’m cappin’ (bitch I’m caaappin’)

Bitch I’m cappin’ (bitch I’m cappin’)

Bitch I’m cappin’

[Baby CEO:]

Bitch I’m cappin’

Trynna make a fuckin’ mil up off this rappin’

Sick an tired

Of all these fufu ass niggas trynna cap me

Don’t make me send them hittaz round the corner

And start clappin’

Nun’ but Youngin’s in charge

Baby CEO The Captian

Bitch I’m cappin’

Bitch I’m cappin’

Gettin head while I’m relaxin’

Shooters spark you

Like some matches

Shootin’ back to back

No basket

Cali trip

I love to traffic

Shootin’ shit

Ain’ never lackin’

Smokin’ gas

Ain’ never passin’

CEO

You know the status

Big ball shit

Im livin’ savage

Gettin’ rich

Don’t need no taxes

Wanna fight?

Bitch Im just cappin’

Niggas know that I ain’t lackin’

Boom

Get gone

You think its magic

Free my nigga

Gone for clappin’

Come hurr bitch

And drop them panty

Long Live Cap

That why we cappin’

(That why we cappin!)

Bitch I’m cappin’ (bitch I’m cappin’)

Bitch I’m cappin’ (bitch I’m caaaappin’)

Bitch I’m cappin’ (bitch I’m cappin’)

Bitch I’m cappin’

Montana’s on

Flexin’ to this song

Bad bitches with me

Showing me they thong-ong-ong

Bitch I’m cappin’ (bitch I’m cappin’)

Bitch I’m cappin’

Got this Glock on me

Yeah I’m gon squeeze

Wish a nigga would run up on meeee

Bitch I’m cappin’ (bitch I’m cappin’)

Bitch I’m cappin’

See Ima Cap regardless

See Ima Glo the hardest

Money so long

Lets see who’s shit the farthest

Excuse me

Pardon me

Ima trap regardless

Bitch up all on me

Tell her blow me like a cartridge

My niggas in the club

Turnt

Ready just to start shit

Please don’t think you bulletproof

Or you gon’ be a target

Bullets hit yo head and neck

And now you in a coffin

Mama shoulda told you not to fuck with real bosses

All my niggas with the shits

And catchin’ super bodies

Pull-up on the scene

An we wackin’ everybody

An we wackin’ everybody

Pullup on the scene

An we wackin’ everybody

Bitch I’m cappin’ (bitch I’m cappin’)

Bitch I’m cappin’ (bitch I’m caaaappin’)

Bitch I’m cappin’ (bitch I’m cappin’)

Bitch I’m cappin’

Montana’s on

Flexin’ to this song

Bad bitches with me

Showing me they thong

Bitch I’m cappin’ (bitch I’m cappin’)

Bitch I’m cappin’

Got this Glock on me

Yeah I’m gon squeeze

Wish a nigga would run up on meee

Bitch I’m cappin’ (bitch I’m cappin’)

Bitch I’m cappin’ (bitch I’m caaappin’)

Bitch I’m cappin’ (bitch I’m cappin’)

Bitch I’m cappin’

Fredo Santana I Don’t No About Chu

[Hook: Fredo Santana]

Man I gotta get this money, Ion’ know about chu

Maaan I can’t trust these bitches, Ion’ know about chu

Man I’m going to the top, Ion’ know about chu

Maaan Ion’ fuck with ops, Ion’ know about chu

Ion’ know about chu, Ion’ know about chu

Ion’ know about chu, Ion’ know about chu

Ion’ know about chu, Ion’ know about chu

Ion’ know about chu, Ion’ know about chu

[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]

I come from the streets, that’s why street niggas feel me

And I know I did a lot to make niggas wanna kill me

If I told you what I did I know you won’t believe me

Growing up in the Chi man I swear ain’t one easy

I speak real street shit, real street shit from the heart

I done came a long way from selling niggas out the lot

I done sold a lot of cocaine at my back door

How many times the police kick my shit, about four

I done did a lot of dirt, I done sold a lot of work

Just to take the pain away I just pour another four

N’other four, I just pour another four

Just tot take the pain away I just pour another four

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Capo]

Gotta get the guap and leave you stay bro’, don’t know about chu

All of these hoes wanna be up in my business, wanna know what I do

Just me & Fredo

Going to smoke, and lets hit Tadoe

Goin on the same song, got some Glocks for a nigga lay low

If you want pure drama, smoke him & his mama

All around my [?]

[?] I got her

Homeboy I flexed your bitch [?]

And I just wanna talk [?]

[?]

And I gotta do all my Glocks if you got any problems

Fuck nigga don’t stand in my face, won’t you wanna say sumthing?

Niggas ain’t tryna talk to me tho’, if it ain’t about no money

[Hook]

Fredo Santana Hand To Hand

Yo what’s up, where that money at?

That real money though

Never needed a helping hand

All I remember doing hand to hand

Everyday I’m bussin’ jukes

Just to get them fuckin’ bands

My nickname should be rubberband

Coz all I do is get them bands

Your boyfriend a fucking fan

Get shot for shorting me grams

Watches got Lil’ Meechie diamonds on it

Coz all I do is dance

Po-iolice pull me over

Imma run, I can’t go to jail

I can look you in your eyes

And tell that you frail

I can look you in your eyes

and tell you probably talk to twelve

Run up a sack, get it right lil’ nigga

I got big guns, I don’t fight lil’ nigga

Fuck a meet and greet, you can meet my pistol

Got a AR in the cut, and it’s all my issue?

Bit-Bitch I’m Super Savage ain’t gotta call no nigga

When I think it’s beef I just call my pistol

Ridin’ shotgun with this ‘K on my lap

I’ll be in the trap, don’t give a fuck about rap

Run up a sack, get it right lil’ nigga

I got big guns, I don’t fight lil’ nigga

Fuck a meet and greet, you can meet my pistol

Got a AR in the cut, and it’s all my issue?

Never needed a helping hand

All I remember doing hand to hand

Everyday I’m bussin’ jukes

Just to get them fuckin’ bands

My nickname should be rubberband

Coz all I do is get them bands

Your boyfriend a fucking fan

Get shot for shorting me grams

Never needed a helping hand

All I remember doing hand to hand

Never needed a helping hand

All I remember doing hand to hand

Never needed a helping hand

All I remember doing hand to hand

Never needed a helping hand

All I remember doing hand to hand

Fredo Santana Beef

[Intro]

300 bitch, that’s the team

(300 bitch, that’s the team.)

In the field, we play for keeps

(In the field, we play for keeps.)

300 bitch, that’s the team

(300 bitch, that’s the team.)

OTF and GBE

(OTF and GBE.)

300 bitch, that’s the team

(300 bitch, that’s the team.)

[Hook]

Fuck nigga, you don’t want no beef

(Fuck nigga, you don’t want no beef.)

In the field, we play for keeps

(In the field, we play for keeps.)

OTF and GBE

(OTF and GBE)

300 bitch that’s the team

(300 bitch, that’s the team.)

Fuck nigga, you don’t want no beef

(Fuck nigga, you don’t want no beef.)

In the field, we play for keeps

(In the field, we play for keeps.)

OTF and GBE

(OTF and GBE)

300 bitch that’s the team

(300 bitch, that’s the team.)

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]

On that money, sprint to that green

(On that money, sprint to that green.)

300 bitch, that’s the team

(300 bitch, that’s the team.)

Infrared, yeah we love them beams

(Infrared, yeah we love them beams.)

My niggas thirsty, I love that team

(My niggas thirsty, I love that team.)

Ain’t playin’ fair, so we keep them things

(Ain’t playin’ fair, so we keep them things.)

I’m out here, no hide and seek

(I’m out here, no hide and seek)

Band’d up in my Republic jeans

(Band’d up in my Republic jeans.)

Got some new niggas that a ride for me

(Got some new niggas that a ride for me.)

I neva stack, I’m 2414

(I neva stack, I’m 2414.)

Like D.Rose I’m on point for my team

(Like D.Rose I’m on point for my team.)

He a stain, yeah we love them things

(He a stain, yeah we love them things.)

Ain’t shit sweet, you a get left on the scene

(Ain’t shit sweet, you a get left on the scene.)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]

Where I’m from, my niggas wet

(Where I’m from, my niggas wet.)

You shoot one, I’m shootin’ ten

(You shoot one, I’m shootin’ ten.)

Run up on me, betta think again

(Run up on me, betta think again.)

Head shot, he won’t think again

(Head shot, he won’t think again.)

OTF, GBE, we the shit

(OTF, GBE, we the shit.)

Off the lean, I call that the kick

(Off the lean, I call that the kick.)

I’m with Reese and we off the shit

(I’m with Reese and we off the shit.)

We shoot shots, we neva call it quits

(We shoot shots, we neva call it quits.)

L’s up for my hittaz

(L’s up for my hittaz.)

Free all of my niggas

(Free all of my niggas.)

Big toys like Christmas

(Big toys like Christmas.)

Make it rain on these bitches

(Make it rain on these bitches.)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Fredo Santana]

Fuck nigga, don’t want no beef

(Fuck nigga, don’t want no beef.)

300, we in them streets

(300, we in them streets.)

Bodies droppin’ like err week

(Bodies droppin’ like err week.)

We ain’t frontin’, we buckin’ heats

(We ain’t frontin’, we buckin’ heats.)

In the field duckin’ the police

(In the field duckin the police.)

Run up on ya with that fuckin’ pipe

(Run up on ya with that fuckin’ pipe.)

300, we a take yo’ life

(300, we a take yo’ life.)

Savage shit, bitch say that twice

(Savage shit, bitch say that twice.)

OTF bitch, fuck the ops

(OTF bitch, fuck the ops.)

OTF, we on all these blocks

(OTF, we on all these blocks.)

Lil Durk know where he stay

(Lil Durk know where he stay.)

He a be dead by the next day

(He a be dead by the next day.)

[Hook]

Fredo Santana Ain’t Nothin’

My clip soo long, but it ain’t nothin’

Pull up in sumn stupid, but it ain’t nothin’

Your bitch want me, but she ain’t nothin’

I fuck first week, but it ain’t nothin’

My plug got bricks like it ain’t nothin’

So we don’t wanna work like it ain’t nothin’

Work on spendin’ a hunnid like it ain’t nothin’

Got a lotta money, but it ain’t nothin’

Ball soo hard, but it ain’t nothin’

Feds watch me, but it ain’t nothin’

Thots wanna flaunt when I stunt in public

Keep shooters all around, but it ain’t nothin’

Your girl don’t come around unless she ain’t fuckin’

My traps go berserk but it ain’t nothin’

I keep some work, just a young hustler

Don’t call my phone ‘less you a customer

My shooters on point, but it ain’t nothin’

In the cut smokin’ doink, but it ain’t nothin’

All these bitches on my dick, but I ain’t cuffin’

She just give me top, fuck her on the cupboard

Man that head soo good, might thank her mother

Man that head soo good, might thank her mother

Drivin’ all foreign, all my shit custom

Couple headshot, last nigga touch me

If a nigga diss me, he ain’t dead, he lucky

All my niggas in the field like we play for rugby

If a nigga diss me, he ain’t dead, he lucky

All my niggas in the field like we play for rugby

My clip soo long, but it ain’t nothin’

Pull up in sumn stupid, but it ain’t nothin’

Your bitch want me, but she ain’t nothin’

I fuck first week, but it ain’t nothin’

My plug got bricks like it ain’t nothin’

So we don’t wanna work like it ain’t nothin’

Work on spendin’ a hunnid like it ain’t nothin’

Got a lotta money, but it ain’t nothin’

My clip soo long, but it ain’t nothin’

Pull up in sumn stupid, but it ain’t nothin’

Your bitch want me, but she ain’t nothin’

I fuck first week, but it ain’t nothin’

Fredo Santana I Need More

I gotta get it, I gotta get it

I gotta get it, I gotta get it

[Hook:]

Got a couple plugs but I think I need more

Think I need more, think I need more

All these bricks coming in

But I need more, but I need more

All these bitches on my dick

But I think I need more

Think I need more, think I need more

Got a lot of money but I think I need more

Think I need more, think I need more

[Verse 1:]

Bill g, gbe that’s how we stunt them bricks

Got columbian, jamaican plugs and I know mexicans

Fredo ricksy they on system, forth I fuck with sosa them

Every month on the 24th I get some more of them

Truck loads of them bricks and bells took up all of it

I put my name off a clientelle, that black amigo shit

I was list for 4 rounds, I was street profit

I got 5 different plugs, that’s a lot of profit

If a plug bring problem, you know I could handle it

I robbed a lot of plugs, they known for snitching in the end

So when I need some bricks, I just make some more of them

300 glory boys, black amigo balling

[Hook:]

Got a couple plugs but I think I need more

Think I need more, think I need more

All these bricks coming in

But I need more, but I need more

All these bitches on my dick

But I think I need more

Think I need more, think I need more

Got a lot of money but I think I need more

Think I need more, think I need more

[Verse 2:]

Gotta get this money so you know I’m trappin stupid hard

Don’t give a fuck who you are, serve to your mobs

I need that diamond, the trap we taking chains too

Turn your ass around, you look suspicious, we ain’t serving you

Scooter bring that vet out, we ran around with that tek out

Fuck niggas stretched out on the concrete with they chest out

Hunned killers when I step out, hunned grand in my safe house

Killers with me, they safe out

Kick the door really safe out

[Hook:]

Got a couple plugs but I think I need more

Think I need more, think I need more

All these bricks coming in

But I need more, but I need more

All these bitches on my dick

But I think I need more

Think I need more, think I need more

Got a lot of money but I think I need more

Think I need more, think I need more

Fredo Santana Bail Money

Ain’t shit changed bitch I’m still in the cut ho

Straight chop in the hood fuck I gotta cut if fo’

Riding with that scale on me, niggas might tell on me

I don’t give a fuck cuz you know I got that bail money

Can’t trust these niggas cuz these niggas be snakes

Can’t trust these niggas cuz these niggas be fake

I can get it cheaper, let me hit my people

Niggas hating on me and I’m balling in the bleachers

Remember when I was little, wanted to fuck my teacher

Now I’m getting so much money I should fuck my teacher

Think I’m Lil Wayne bitch, finna have a seizure

Leaning so damn hard shit I done spilled lean cup

Heard Future and Jay Z got the keys well let me in bruh

Cruising in my own lane, tell these niggas keep up

Who’s that knocking at my door, let me grab my heater

Trigger happy then mother fucker imma squeeze up

Ay, mother fucker imma squeeze something

Hire than the sun bitch, feel like I’m off meds or something

Little bitch looking at me like she want sex or something

Hit her with that wink and I tell that bitch to text or something

Fuck a Rari, a Bentley, bitch I need a G6

Homicide grimy, nah I ain’t seen shit

Might not say nothing, but you know I peep shit

This is Savage Squad and you know you in some deep shit

Ain’t shit changed bitch I’m still in the cut ho

Straight chopped in the hood fuck I gotta cut if fo’

Riding with that scale on me, niggas might tell on me

I don’t give a fuck cuz you know I got that bail money

Can’t trust these niggas cuz these niggas be snakes

Can’t trust these niggas cuz these niggas be fake

I can get it cheaper, let me hit my people

Niggas hating on me and I’m balling in the bleachers

Fredo Santana My Pain, My Struggle

They don’t know my struggle, they don’t feel my pain

They don’t know I had to hustle, for everything I gained

Got a hunnid shooters, all of us got aim

Nigga disrespect me, then his ass get changed

They don’t know my struggle, they don’t know my pain

They don’t know my struggle, they don’t know my pain

They don’t know my struggle, they don’t know my pain

Ain’t too many real niggas in the street, they all fake

Ain’t too much love in the street, it’s all hate

Told my plug, [?] his weight, we all straight

Mama hit my phone say she need a couple thousand

Sent that shit straight to her, and I ain’t even have it

Real niggas do real things, that’s automatic

Police kick my door when I was sixteen that shit was tragic

Bounce back like it was luck, told my plug to keep it thumbin

He went down on his number, now I’m on my [?]

They don’t know my struggle, they don’t feel my pain

They don’t know I had to hustle, for everything I gained

Got a hunnid shooters, all of us got aim

Nigga disrespect me, then his ass get changed

They don’t know my struggle, they don’t know my pain

They don’t know my struggle, they don’t know my pain

They don’t know my struggle, they don’t know my pain

They don’t know ’bout hand to hand in the snow til’ my knuckles cold

They don’t know ’bout standing in that field tryna get every bundle gone

They don’t man, they don’t know man, they don’t know man, they don’t know

They don’t know man, they don’t know, they only see the fame

Where these niggas at, when I ain’t have no name

Where the fuck they was at, when I was sellin cocaine

Fredo keep two Glocks ain’t no takin his chain

They took Blood and Cap from me, it ain’t the same

They took Blood and Cap from me, shoulda took some lames

They took Blood and Cap from me, wouldn’t feel my pain

They took Blood and Cap from me, that change everything

They don’t know my struggle, they don’t feel my pain

They don’t know I had to hustle, for everything I gained

Got a hunnid shooters, all of us got aim

Nigga disrespect me, then his ass get changed

They don’t know my struggle, they don’t know my pain

They don’t know my struggle, they don’t know my pain

They don’t know my struggle, they don’t know my pain

Fredo Santana Coming Up

[Hook:]

Comin’ up, I had roaches mouse in my crib

Swear to God, I ain’t neva had shit

Man, I came up from the bottom

Came up from the bottom

Came up from the bottom

Man, I came up from the bottom

Hundreds in my right, hundreds in my left

Try to rob me, I swear to God you get left

Cause I came up from the bottom

Came up from the bottom

Came up from the bottom

Man, I came up from the bottom

[Verse 1:]

Drinkin’ lean out the bottle, cause today I’m feelin’ great

Got this 30 on me, don’t make me put it in yo face

Cause I came up from the bottom, you kill for em dollas

Put it on my momma, man, I swear I’m chasing gwala

R.I.P. to my homies, lot of niggas be phoney

Hopin I fall off, I tell ’em wait on it

Cause I came up from the bottom, sellin’ dope in the projects

Juggin’ and finnessin’, doin whateva get profit

Savage squad my squad, we go to war with the country

I’m so cool with this cool on my mac

I swear to God it get ugly

All my bitches they love me, all yo bitches dusty

I came up from the bottom, I swear I neva had nuttin’

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]

Hundreds bitches on my dick, 30k up on my wrist

Came up from the bottom, I ain’t neva had shit

Can’t forget first time when I learned how to whip

Seen that shit, ain’t been right since

Came up from the bottom, yo ass a get slaughtered

If it get serious, kidnap yo mamma and daughter

Shootin’.30s at yo apartment, catch you lackin’ at yo garbage

These niggas ain’t with the shiz, I swear to God they apostles

Flexin’ on these bitches, you can ask yo baby momma

Went from eatin noodles baloney, now I’m eatin steak and lobster

Lot of niggas snitchin’, man they talkin’ to the coppers

Ever since a yung nigga been runnin’ afta dollas

[Hook]

Fredo Santana Energy

I get money in every season, these niggas hate for no reason

I don’t fuck with a lot of niggas, I don’t be liking their energy

Niggas say that they your friend but really they your frienemy

Wanna crush you any second they get, really they your enemy

Might fuck around and pull up with a hundred clips

Fuck you and your fuck your clique, I be on that other shit

Fuck you and your fuck your clique, I be on that other shit

Fuck you and your fuck your clique, I be on that other shit

Niggas want to go to war, what they must be ludicrous

Pull up on a nigga block, get up on my stupid shit

Pull up to a nigga crib, whack him in his fucking house

I will send my shooters at your house, ’cause they say they need it out

I will whack a nigga in broad day, nigga I ain’t new to this

Kidnap my old plug, ’cause he shorted me on a brick

Niggas say I’m going to hell but really I don’t give a shit

I’ll smack the hell up out the devil and trap out all in his shit

Say you’re super gangster, damn pull up on a kid

We don’t do no leg shots, niggas we stretching shit

Say you’re super gangster, damn pull up on a kid

We don’t do no leg shots, niggas we stretching shit

I get money in every season, these niggas hate for no reason

I don’t fuck with a lot of niggas, I don’t be liking their energy

Niggas say that they your friend but really they your frienemy

Wanna crush you any second they get, really they your enemy

Might fuck around and pull up with a hundred clips

Fuck you and your fuck your clique, I be on that other shit

Fuck you and your fuck your clique, I be on that other shit

Fuck you and your fuck your clique, I be on that other shit