Capitol 1 Lyrics by EST Gee
A hundred on my neck and my wrist, yeah I’m a shiner
Wilding, gotta problem fucking hoes without a condom
Hate her but I love it when I fuck her, call me toxic
Cold bottle of water then I’m boxing with her tonsils
Percocets and Zaza, Wockhardt, not no Molly
It’s gon’ be a new dead body, a n**** try me
We just pulled for three hours straight and pulled over Donnie’s
N***** mad they problems keep getting turned into exotic
Tryna show out when I fuck her, I popped a Roxy
Street n**** grew up on Gotti, I rock Versace’s
City know I’m slimey, get ’em snaked by his partner
Yeah, you kept the back door closed but you ain’t lock it
Goofy ain’t have one in the head, I had to cock it
I’m a 5500 young shiner, that’s how I’m rockin’
Santa to my safe, I be stuffing it like a stocking
I was mailing tens from my migos and them out of stockling
Big Gee, the capitol one, what’s in your wallet?
I got thirty-forty thousand all blues, stuffed in my pocket
It started with the money, respect and now it’s the power
I was knocking bows before exotic, it was sour
My momma raised a whole lotta thangs but not a coward
I’ma get down on ’em broad day for disrespecting ours
Rental place buggin’, I keep running up the mileage
I can get it sold, I did like twenty bows a hour
A chemist, I can make a liquid solid for a powder
It started with the money, respect and now it’s the power
It’s crazy ain’t too many things changed since I got famous
And every time a opp die, three new n***** replace ’em
They give they gang a brand new name and then they don’t claim them
I remember when y’all slid through Riata ain’t get to Rangeland
Just ask around the city, they gon’ tell you that we dangerous
A gangster put that metal in your mouth like some braces
I make ’em come and get you for a ten, that’s a bracelet
I made fifty grand sitting on at home, incarceration
Just got home from a mission, I’m on the phone with Lil Baby
He told me to stay focused, the trenches needed a savior
I told him that I’m trying, he keeping me motivated but I’m still in and out sliders with Zoeske, thirty and Kacey
It started with the money, respect and now it’s the power
I was knocking bows before exotic, it was sour
My momma raised a whole lotta thangs but not a coward
I’ma get down on ’em broad day for disrespecting ours
Rental place buggin’, I keep running up the mileage
I can get it sold, I did like twenty bows a hour
A chemist, I can make a liquid solid for a powder
It started with the money, respect and now it’s the power