Cap Gun Poppa

Lyrics

Got a gold chain, but it’s just gold-plated, Tells tall tales that are way overrated. Raps about crime, but he’s scared of the cop shop, If they look his way, he’s ready to hopscotch. His drive-by is just a slow bicycle ride,Wearing elbow pads, safety first when he glides. Tells folks he’s the king, but he ain’t got a crown, Just a paper hat that floats when he frowns. [Chorus] He’s the lamest gangster, you can’t make this stuff up, Cap Gun Poppa, with his juice box and sippy cup. Talks a big game, but he’s just playing pretend, In the hood of make-believe, he’s barely a legend.

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