笨小笨Captain Crunch (Clean)歌词由Trippie Redd&Sada Baby&Icewear Vezzo&Babyface Ray演唱，出自专辑《Trip At Knight (Clean)》，下面是《Captain Crunch (Clean)》完整版歌词！
Captain Crunch (Clean)歌词完整版
Captain Crunch (Clean) - Trippie Redd/Sada Baby/Icewear Vezzo/Babyface Ray
Lyrics by：Michael Lamar White II/Marcellus Register/Casada Sorrell/Chivez Smith
Composed by：Anton Mendo
Yeah
P***y n***a said he gon' kill me
Hmm I don't give a f**k I'm gon' die anyway hahaha
Tell ya yeah yeah
Talk about them P's
P's
Got a bunch n***a
Wake up in the morning brush my teeth and grab my gun n***a
Gun
Forty on the wrist color diamonds Cap'n Crunch n***a
Oh you sippin' on Triss we sippin' Wock' ha dumb n***a
Got it out the bricks yeah f**k n***a
F**k n***a f**k n***a
If you said it's up lil' n***a then know it's up with ya
Up
Best believe we gon' find your b***h a*s n***a I'm gon' get up with ya
We nuts if we come
Bah
We gon' bust at you
Bah
F**k a b***h f**k twelve lil' n***a I don't need no cuffs n***a
Cuffs uh-uh
Politicin' and pimpin' in that 'Vette leave a hater in the dust n***a
Dust skrrt
Takin' all your s**t in my chain
Yeah
That's Snow on tha Bluff n***a
Yeah
Now up outta here yeah aight
Yeah
I'm gon' f**k with ya
Ha yeah don't be reachin' for my chain huh you know we pop n***as
B***h
Call this Backwood Gang why
Because my opps in it
Haha
Open up that closet yeah I got a big mop in it
That mop
They don't buy no drank for me huh 'cause I re-rock n***a
Iced Up Records
F**k n***a we could shoot or box
Yeah
You know we punch n***as
N***a
Everytime we see y'all out we eat y'all n***as lunch to me
Y'all n***as lunch
Eight of Wock' in my cream soda
That wock'
It ain't no cut in it
Uh-uh
Play with mine he gon' die today right now come try your luck n***a
I'll give a goofy all headshots like is you dumb or naw
You sing n***as won't fund me no more bags 'cause I be runnin' off
F**k 'em
Bust Cuban and rose-gold Presi' blind ya that's a hundred off
Yeah
F**k the stage I ain't doin' no more shows unless my gun involved b***h
Talk about them P's
P's
Got a bunch n***a
Wake up in the morning brush my teeth and grab my gun n***a
Gun
Forty on the wrist color diamonds Cap'n Crunch n***a
Oh you sippin' on Triss we sippin' Wock' dumb n***a
Got it out the bricks yeah f**k n***a
F**k n***a f**k n***a
If you said it's up lil' n***a then know it's up with ya
Up you know it's up then
Best believe we gon' find your b***h a*s n***a I'm gon' get up with ya
Mmh yeah
We nuts if we come
Bah
We gon' bust at you
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
Like a b***h gave me head her and her friend 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 your ho he lose it
Put the d**e on the road that's lucrative in the Maybach I'm secluded
Gang
Up big five shoot it
Gang
I'm big fire boolin'
Gang
Tell a b***h to be quiet the rule is
Okay okay okay okay okay
Shut your a*s 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 packin' me up
The movers
Got apes the shooters
Ha
The drac's we use 'em
Ha
We hate computers
Ha ha ha
Talk about them P's
P's
Got a bunch n***a
Wake up in the morning brush my teeth and grab my gun n***a
Gun
Forty on the wrist color diamonds Cap'n Crunch n***a
Oh you sippin' on Triss we sippin' Wock' dumb n***a
Got it out the bricks yeah f**k n***a
F**k n***a f**k n***a
If you said it's up lil' n***a then know it's up with ya
It's up
Best believe we gon' find your b***h a*s n***a I'm gon' get up with ya
We nuts if we come
Bah phew phew phew
We gon' bust at you
Bah
Yeah I ain't drinkin' on Triss
Nah
I don't f**k with no snitch
Nah
You a broke a*s lame n***a I ain't touchin' your b***h
Uh-uh
I'm humble I ain't soft n***a 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
Activis baby I'm sippin' red
Yeah
Got my advance from dealin' meds
Bro rock Yeezy in the feds
Yeah
Trappin' ain't dead these n***as scared
That's crazy
Yeah my n***as trained to go
F**k my b***h f**k my b***h best friend I'ma just blame the devil
Police came hit they lights on me turn to Usain and bolt
Can't believe they let me in the game skeetin' a famous ho
Cuban links diamonds full of pointers I don't do chains with ropes
Mmh-mmh
Talk about them P's
P's facts n***a
Got a bunch n***a
Wake up in the morning brush my teeth and grab my gun n***a
Gun
Forty on the wrist color diamonds Cap'n Crunch n***a
Oh you sippin' on Triss we sippin' Wock' dumb n***a
Got it out the bricks yeah f**k n***a
F**k n***a f**k n***a
If you said it's up lil' n***a then know it's up with ya
It's up
Best believe we gon' find your b***h a*s n***a I'm gon' get up with ya
We nuts if we come
Bah
We gon' bust at you
Bah
