Lil Yachty – DAS CAP lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, you ever looked at a nigga, like, who was just poppin’, poppin’ shit and you just knew he was, knew that nigga was broke?
Broke ass nigga

[Chorus]
Das cap, talkin’ online you get papped
My young nigga keep a strap, drive with a strap on his lap
Fuck postin’ up in the trap
I’m finna cop me a island, yeah, and put myself on the map
Rich and it ain’t ’cause of rap, yeah
Bitch I ain’t rentin’, I hop in a Bentley, it ain’t got no ceilin’
You mad? Fuck ya’ feelings
Bitch I ain’t rentin’, I hop in a Bentley, it ain’t got no ceilin’
You mad? Fuck ya’ feelings

[Verse 1]
All of my niggas be wildin’ (wildin’)
Stay with the cannon, the gang wildin’ out
Nigga don’t talk about stylin’
I stay with the drip, put it all in her mouth
New coupe, it came with twin turbo
Sendin’ ’em bullets like Tony Romo
Put that bitch on the syrup, it’s slow-mo
Pullin’ off with the gang in a four door (skrt)
Check, check, check, check, check, check, check it out, uh
I’m with the static like radio, why do your pistol shoot vertical?

[Interlude]
Man, you niggas ain’t shootin’ at nobody man
You niggas shootin’ in air man
All these niggas do is flodge, flake, and beef through texts
Man these niggas is hoes
Niggas ain’t gettin’ no goddamn money man
And das cap, these niggas ain’t, these niggas ain’t gettin’ no fuckin’ money

[Chorus]
Das cap, talkin’ online you get papped
My young nigga keep a strap, drive with a strap on his lap
Fuck postin’ up in the trap
I’m finna cop me a island, yeah, and put myself on the map
Rich and it ain’t ’cause of rap, yeah
Bitch I ain’t rentin’, I hop in a Bentley, it ain’t got no ceilin’
You mad? Fuck ya’ feelings
Bitch I ain’t rentin’, I hop in a Bentley, it ain’t got no ceilin’
You mad? Fuck ya’ feelings

[Verse 2]
Okay, I’m tryna fuck a new bitch
I’m tryna make a new flip, hittin’ home runs like Chip, huh
Yeah, fuck with a nigga (fuck it)
Fuck with my money, we might have to cut us a nigga
Ain’t no debatin’ with none of y’all niggas
Twenty two diamonds, that shine in the picture
Menthol, shorty blow dick like Newport (Newport)
Hundred thousand dollars in the Jansport (Jansport)
Stackin’ money tall, make a camp fort
Fuck it

[Interlude]
Man, man you know the world would be a lot more truthful if you had to pay a lie man
These niggas be lyin’ out they ass man
Just talkin’ for no reason
Cappin’ this, cappin’ that, I don’t understand that, you never capped on nothin’
I’m the youngest nigga, I mean everything I say, I do what I say you feel me?

[Chorus]
Das cap, talkin’ online you get papped
My young nigga keep a strap, drive with a strap on his lap
Fuck postin’ up in the trap
I’m finna cop me a island, yeah, and put myself on the map
Rich and it ain’t ’cause of rap, yeah
Bitch I ain’t rentin’, I hop in a Bentley, it ain’t got no ceilin’
You mad? Fuck ya’ feelings
Bitch I ain’t rentin’, I hop in a Bentley, it ain’t got no ceilin’
You mad? Fuck ya’ feelings

[Outro]
Hop in the Maybach, hop in the hop in the Maybach, yeah
Hop in the Maybach, hop in the hop in the Maybach, yeah skrt

Post Malone – Psycho lyrics

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Damn, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
You stuck in the friend zone, I tell that four-five the fifth, ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
Try to stuff it all in, but it don’t even fit, ayy
Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy
I made my first million, I’m like, “Shit, this is it,” ayy
30 for a walkthrough, man, we had that bitch lit, ayy
Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
Out the window of the Benzo, we get seen in the rent’
And I’m like “Woah, man, my neck so goddamn cold”
Diamonds wet, my t-shirt soaked
I got homies, let it go, oh
My money thick, won’t ever fold
She said, “Can I have some to hold?”
And I can’t ever tell you no

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Damn, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
The AP goin’ psycho, my Rollie goin’ brazy
I’m hittin’ lil’ mama, she wanna have my babies
It’s fifty on the pinky, chain so stanky
You should see the whip, promise I can take yo’ bitch
Dolla ridin’ in an old school Chevy, it’s a drop top
Boolin’ with a thot-thot, she gon’ give me top-top
Just one switch, I can make the ass drop (hey)
Uh, take you to the smoke shop
We gon’ get high, ayy, we gon’ hit Rodeo
Diall up Valentino, we gon’ hit Pico
Take you where I’m from, take you to the slums
This ain’t happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
Saint Laurent jeans, still in my Vans though
All VVSs, put you in a necklace
Girl, you look beautiful tonight
Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Damn, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

Post Malone – Psycho (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
You stuck in the friend zone, I tell her four, five, the fifth, ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
Try to stuff it all in, but it don’t even fit, ayy
Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy
I made my first million, I’m like, "Shit, this is it," ayy
30 for a walkthrough, man, we had every slit, ayy
Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
Out the window of the Benzo, we gets in in the rent’
And I’m like "woah"
Man, my dash so goddamn cold
Diamonds weigh my teeth is sore
I got homies, let it blow, oh, oh
My money thick, won’t ever fold
She said, "Can I have some to hold?"
And I can never tell you no

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
The AP goin’ psycho, my Rollie goin’ brazy
We’re hittin’ lil’ mamas, she wanna have my babies
Sippy on the Panky, chain so stanky
You should see the whip, promise I can take yo’ bitch
Dolla ridin’ in an old school Chevy, it’s a drop top
Boolin’ with a thot-thot, she gon’ give me top-top
Just one swish, I can make the ass drop (ayy)
Uh, take you to the smoke shop
We gon’ get high, ayy, we gon’ hit Rodeo
Dolla Valentino, we gon’ hit Pico
Take you where I’m from, take you to the slums
This ain’t happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
Saint Laurent jean, still in my Vans though
All VVSs, put you in a necklace
Girl, you look beautiful tonight
Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though