Capri-sun Lyrics - Chip

Walk in the studes, then I turn the Mac on 

Handed the ting to my runner like a baton 

Always got my hood up or I got a hat on 

First verse anyone, man'll put a bag on 

Capri-Sun, boy, yeah, I got the juice 

You can't war with man cuh' you'll lose 

Now I've got sponsors, Nike send man shoes 

Mandem are next to make your man snooze 

Meeting at nine, but I'm gonna sleep late 

I be spinning clubs, something like a DJ 

Now I'm getting dough, so I'm tryna eat great 

Leader of the gang, call a brother TJ 

Run a man down, call a brother Piqué 

Still up in the Grove, call a man CJ 

I was with Wiley stirring up a heatwave 

If a chicks got a mad back get a replay, yeah 

Bro, I'm on a mad one 

If I'm heading up to Brum, I holla SafOne 

I got a brother who don't even have an Apple ID 

That will hold his finger down until the Mac's done 

Yeah they wanna talk loads, it's a minor 

Cuh' they're stuck up in a hole like a miner 

I cut them off with an axe like a miner 

Bangs having them look like a hit from Desiigner, mad 

My man are on gangster behavior 

Couple teefs wanna run with my flavour 

If we're doing well in West, then salute me 

I put niggas back up on the map, I'm the saviour 

Bros with the razor 

Looking like COD, strapped with a lazer 

If you had faith, ask for a favour 

Did it on my own, I ain't signed to a major 

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Walk in the studes, then I turn the Mac on 

Handed the ting to my runner like a baton 

Always got my hood up or I got a hat on 

First verse anyone, man'll put a bag on 

Capri-Sun, boy, yeah, I got the juice 

You can't war with man cuh' you'll lose 

Now I've got sponsors, Nike send man shoes 

Mandem are next to make your man snooze 

A beat just came, JC put the Mac on 

Ain't got a trim, I got a hoodie or a hat on 

Man might pick an MC and just snap on 

Tell a boy back off, might get spat on 

AJ winged out, I took the baton 

Spin man like man just put the track on 

Yeah, niggas chatting about sales, oh please (lowe it) 

Only plaque you've got in your teeth 

K-M-T, L-O-L 

Suck your girl, go to hell 

Red or blue? Pop a pill 

You're industry, I'm off the rails 

Word for word, truly don 

Got the juice, Rubicon 

On the set, you be lost 

Not a shellers, who you conning? Yeah 

Mad when you put me on a verse 

Put me on the beat, get it acapella, could be worse 

Cuh' man get handy with the flows 

Skip on the beat then hang you with the rope (man down) 

I pull up on antics 

Always got a pack and a bottle when I'm landing 

Chipmunk stands out so they can stand him 

Me nuh give a fuck though, still getting bands in 

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Walk in the studes, then I turn the Mac on 

Handed the ting to my runner like a baton 

Always got my hood up or I got a hat on 

First verse anyone, man'll put a bag on 

Capri-Sun, boy, yeah, I got the juice 

You can't war with man cuh' you'll lose 

Now I've got sponsors, Nike send man shoes 

Mandem are next to make your man snooze 

I do it for the P's and I do it for the flows 

Walk in the club, bare yats for the dough 

Bare peach backs in the place doing wobble 

But it looking like I'm cooling off of Jellyfish Fields 

Tell a yat in ya face, can't pay for your meals 

Fuck postcode beef, I just want bills 

Girls wanna stay round, girls wanna film 

Girls wanna brag and show friends couple stills 

AJ, I'll spin a big man for a laugh 

Cause I've had more wheels than you've had hot baths 

Mask on my face like I don't want Sarz 

And I make more bread, I employ more staff 

Man's got a manager, man's got a stylist 

Man's got bare sauce but you can't buy this 

Man's got a lawyer, man's got an agent 

I make a next stack every time I close my eyelids 

Trapaholics voice drop, where did you find it? 

Scrapping on a big back, man'a just whine it 

If she ain't a 10, nah I won't dine it 

Award on my shelf, now I've gotta shine it 

You thought that was your flow, but I designed it 

They was catting for the EP but I timed it 

better, combed on the top 

Skin fades on the sides and I just line it 

Walk in the studes, then I turn the Mac on 

Handed the ting to my runner like a baton 

Always got my hood up or I got a hat on 

First verse anyone, man'll put a bag on 

Capri-Sun, boy, yeah, I got the juice 

You can't war with man cuh' you'll lose 

Now I've got sponsors, Nike send man shoes 

Mandem are next to make your man snooze 

Snooze 

Mac on 

Ting, baton 

Hood up 

Hat on 

Anyone 

Bag on 

Juice 

Lose 

Shoes 

Next 

Snooze