LYRIC
Captain Crunch Lyrics by Trippie Redd Ft. Babyface Ray, Sada Baby & Icewear Vezzo, from the album “Trip At Knight“, music has been produced by star boy, Outtatown & UK24, and Captain Crunch song lyrics are penned down by Outtatown, star boy, Babyface Ray, UK24, Icewear Vezzo, Trippie Redd & Sada Baby.
Captain Crunch Lyrics
Yeah
Pussy ni**a said he gon’ kill me
Hm, I don’t give a f*ck, I’m gon’ die anyway, haha
Tell ya, yeah, yeah
Talk about them P’s (P’s), got a bunch, ni**a
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, ni**a (Gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap’n Crunch, ni**a
Oh, you sippin’ on Tris, we sippin’ Wock’, ha, dumb ni**a
Got it out the bricks, yeah, f*ck ni**a (f*ck ni**a, f*ck ni**a)
If you said it’s up, lil’ ni**a, then know it’s up wit’ ya (Up)
Best believe we gon’ find your bitch ass, ni**a, I’m gon’ get up wit’ ya
We nuts, if we come (Bah), we gon’ bust at ya (Bah)
f*ck a bitch, f*ck 12, lil’ ni**a, I don’t need no cuffs, ni**a (Cuffs, uh-uh)
Politicin’ and pimpin’ in that ‘Vette, leave a hater in the dust, ni**a (Dust, skrrt)
Takin’ all your shit, in my chain (Yeah), that’s Snow on tha Bluff, ni**a (Yeah)
Now get up outta here (Ha), yeah, aight (Yeah), I’ma f*ck wit’ ya
Don’t be reachin’ for my chain, huh, you know we pop ni**as (Bitch)
Call this Backwood “Gang,” why? Because my opps in it (Haha)
Open up that closet, yeah, I got big mop in it (That mop)
They don’t buy no drank from me, huh, ’cause I re-rock, ni**a (Iced Up Records)
f*ck ni**a, we could shoot or box (Yeah), you know we punch ni**as (Ni**a)
Every time we see y’all out, we eat, y’all ni**as lunch menus (Y’all ni**as lunch)
Eight of Wock’ in my cream soda (That Wock’), it ain’t no cut in it (Uh-uh)
Play with mine, you gon’ die today, right now, come try your luck, ni**a
I’ll give a goofy all headshots, like is you dumb or nah?
You sink ni**as won’t front me no more bags ’cause I be runnin’ off (f*ck ’em)
Bust Cuban and rose-gold Presi’ blown, yeah that’s a hundred ball (Yeah)
f*ck the stage, I ain’t doin’ no more shows unless my gun involved, ni**a
Talk about them P’s (P’s), got a bunch, ni**a
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, ni**a (Gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap’n Crunch, ni**a
Oh, you sippin’ on Tris, we sippin’ Wock’, dumb ni**a
Got it out the bricks, yeah, f*ck ni**a (f*ck ni**a, f*ck ni**a)
If you said it’s up, lil’ ni**a, then know it’s up wit’ ya (Up, you know it’s up then)
Best believe we gon’ find your bitch ass, ni**a, I’m gon’ get up wit’ ya (Mm, yeah)
We nuts, if we come (Bah), we gon’ bust at ya (Bah)
Trippin’ off the red with Trippie Redd, Vezz’ keep countin’ up blues (Okay)
You already dead if me and my mans get to walkin’ up to you (Bang)
Make a bitch gave me head, her and her friends, yeah, they ’bout to do it
If you ain’t got no bands, I’m just sayin’, don’t talk to me ’bout no music (Ah, ah)
Ooh, all my clothes exclusive, spin move your ho, elusive
Put the dope on the road, that’s lucrative, then make it back home, it’s secluded (Gang)
Up big five, shoot it (Gang), I’m big fire, boolin’ (Gang)
Tell a bitch, “Be quiet”, the rudest (Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
Shut your ass up, mute it
My trap jumpin’, groovin, huh
Pass me that cup, pass me that blunt, pass me that gun (Skuba), huh
Rackin’ it up, is you packin’ or what? Who baggin’ me up? The whoopers?
The apes, the shooters (Ha)
The Dracs, we use ’em (Ha), we hate computers (Ha, ha, ha)
Talk about them P’s (P’s), got a bunch, ni**a
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, ni**a (Gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap’n Crunch, ni**a
Oh, you sippin’ on Tris, we sippin’ Wock’, dumb ni**a
Got it out the bricks, yeah, f*ck ni**a (f*ck ni**a, f*ck ni**a)
If you said it’s up, lil’ ni**a, then know it’s up wit’ ya (It’s up)
Best believe we gon’ find your bitch ass, ni**a, I’m gon’ get up wit’ ya
We nuts, if we come (Bah, phew, phew, phew), we gon’ bust at ya (Bah)
Yeah, I ain’t drinkin’ no Tris (Nah), I don’t f*ck with no snitch (Nah)
You a broke ass lame ni**a, I ain’t touchin’ yo’ bitch (Mm-mm)
I’m humble, I ain’t soft, ni**a, have yo’ ass go blitz (Go get it)
Used to pray for a whole thing, keep one on my wrist (Everyday)
D to the O, me and Trippie Redd (Yeah)
Actavis, baby, I’m sippin’ red (Yeah), got my advance from dealin’ meds (Got my advance from dealin’)
Bro rock Yeezy in the feds (Yeah), trappin’ ain’t dead, these ni**as scared (That’s crazy)
Yeah, my ni**as trained to go
f*ck my bitch, f*ck my bitch best friend, I’ma just blame the dope
Police came, hit the lights on me, turn to Usain and bolt
Can’t believe they let me in the game skeetin’ a famous ho (Famous ho)
Cuban links, diamonds full of pointers, I don’t do chains with ropes (Mm-mm)
Talk about them P’s (P’s, facts, ni**a), got a bunch, ni**a
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, ni**a (Gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap’n Crunch, ni**a
Oh, you sippin’ on Tris, we sippin’ Wock’, dumb ni**a
Got it out the bricks, yeah, f*ck ni**a (f*ck ni**a, f*ck ni**a)
If you said it’s up, lil’ ni**a, then know it’s up wit’ ya (It’s up)
Best believe we gon’ find your bitch ass, ni**a, I’m gon’ get up wit’ ya
We nuts, if we come (Bah), we gon’ bust at ya (Bah)
SONG INFO:
Song: Captain Crunch
Artist: Trippie Redd Ft. Babyface Ray, Sada Baby & Icewear Vezzo
Album: Trip At Knight (2021)
Music: star boy, Outtatown & UK24
Lyrics: Outtatown, star boy, Babyface Ray, UK24, Icewear Vezzo, Trippie Redd & Sada Baby
