[Intro: DooWop]

I was nineteen, mama said I wasn't doin' the right thing, yeah

Cap or die

[Chorus: DooWop]

I was nineteen, mama said I wasn't doin' the right thing

Tote the F&N like it's licensed, yeah

And you know we don't do no fightin'

Knife on the chopper, it might slice him, yeah

And come get this bitch that you wifin'

Way she suck me up, this bitch is triflin', yeah

I'm in LA more than a Laker

But I'm from Chiraq, I ball like I'm Mike then, yeah

[Verse 1: DooWop]

I just spent a light ten, lil' bitch, she lightskin

Took the confirmation, told the lil' bitch book the flight then

And she say she like twins, wanna make a nice film

Steady talkin' 'bout her ex, I say "I'm nothin' like him"

Niggas out here hatin', I ain't nothin' like them

Jumped in the water headfirst, that's a light swim (Swim)

F&N touch his head, that's a light trim (Trim)

One phone call, then he dead, sniper snipe him

Been through so much pain that a nigga numb (Numb)

We just spent 10K on guns, we ain't postin' not one (One)

We was runnin' 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, mama said I wasn't doin' the right thing

Tote the F&N like it's licensed, yeah

And you know we don't do no fightin'

Knife on the chopper, it might slice him, yeah

And come get this bitch that you wifin'

Way she suck me up, this bitch is triflin', yeah

I'm in LA more than a Laker

But I'm from Chiraq, I ball like I'm Mike then, yeah

[Verse 2: G Herbo]

Jewelry box look like a motherfuckin' light dance (Bling)

Hurt a nigga literally, them bitches bitin' (Bling)

Hit up Saks, cop shoes from Italy, I spend a light ten

Cash you dream of savin', literally, I mix the Sprite in

Did this shit my way, I'm far from average (Far from that)

See that shit, attack it (Yeah), I'm a sack savage

Rolled up with that bag (Yeah), I got back spasms

And I'm back spazzin', still on my mathematics

And I'm out here in Chiraq, it's still one up in my 'matic

Got a 40 Glock filled with that ether, get illmatic, let off a ladder, we still in traffic

Pull up, brrah 'til everybody scatter, go through his side, it fuck up his bladder

We ain't really with that chitter-chatter, where you at, it don't matter

I ain't never been to no college, I ain't a fratter, but I'm a Capper

And I was drivin', Cap was my clapper, bitch, I'm a real Capper

And all that talk in your mouth about Cap, pull up, how that feel, yapper? (Rrah, rrah)

Used to be trippin' for real, now I'm a real rapper

Might just go on one more hit and I'm gon' chill after

'Cause niggas do a lot of ho 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 jackin' my style, they love me 'cause everything real about it, bitch

Ayy, Wopskino (Wopskino, uh)

I know if I'm with it, you with it, we can 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 47, then vámonos

Fuck niggas, I ain't with none of those

Never could I honor one of those

Head held high like I'm one of the most

Flood out the hood, give 'em five hundred 'bows

Everybody lookin' at me to score

Whole gang dependin' on me, for sure, ayy

[Outro: G Herbo]

Herbo, gang gang, bitch, Cap or die

Cap or die, Cappin' ain't dead, fuck nigga

Cappin' ain't dead, bitch, you niggas scared

Niggas scared