Capo Lyrics

Yeah, uh huh

Uh, callin' all the shots, the air raid playbook like I'm Andy Reid

My hittas'll put that arrow to your head, Kansas City Chiefs

And don't even blink, not once, cause they shoot quick and you be restin' in peace

And meanwhile, I'm at the Miami beach gettin' all that vitamin D

Big shoutout to Birch, that's my G from the DMV

I'm leavin' the club, where I can hardly compete, so I bring the party to me

Brought a shorty back to the royal suite, then bought her a Burberry fleece

One of my enemies missing, don't ask me, I don't know where he could be

On his body, we emptied the mag, yo girl, she love my swag

I'm runnin', I'm chasin' a bag, touchdown like I play for the Jags

No, I don't care if you in the way, I'm a sidestep, hit the Euro

Took flicks, team picture day with my brother, Jack Scuro, woah

And now we travelin' the whole world

My bad from that last party, sorry I stole your girl

I'm ice cold, steppin' up in the pocket like I'm Joe Burrow

David always come through in the clutch, my brotha so thurl

And cause he's so thurl, we similar

Round here, we ain't takin' no prisoners

In my town, it ain't love for the visitors

Wanna play, then I send the Inquisitors

Lost a good friend back in August

Put that friendship in a coffin

Nowadays, I ain't takin' losses

Been ballin' like Nate Hoffman

Made somethin' out of nothin', playin' like Michael Vick in the backfield

Chipped a pass to Elie, then he turned around quick, hit the backheel

Lucid dream about my past life, couldn't wake up, it was so real

Label tried to finesse me in the contract, so it's no deal

Mean and cruising, we official, blue check, certified, yeah, we verified

Used to have it pretty fine shawty in my DMs, who did hair design

These days, I got a few friends, cause real friends really rare to find

Competition put up numbers, but they insignificant, they can't compare to mine

'Cause ain't no one level with me, I swear, I put that on a G, so put it on me

I'm ballin' in Philly so much, I feel like I'm Joel Embiid

I ball like Tyrese, I feel like I'm Bryce, number three, I know Matty P would agree

I'm stackin' the cheese, and all of my haters are mad

They don't even wanna compete, gang, gang

That's what being a boss is, you steer the ship the best way you know

Sometimes it's smooth, sometimes you hit the rocks

In the meantime, you find your pleasures where you can

Uh, callin' all the shots, the air raid playbook like I'm Andy Reid

My hittas'll put that arrow to your head, Kansas City Chiefs

And don't even blink, not once, cause they shoot quick and you be restin' in peace

And meanwhile, I'm at the Miami beach gettin' all that vitamin D

Big shoutout to Birch, that's my G from the DMV

I'm leavin' the club, where I can hardly compete, so I bring the party to me

Brought a shorty back to the royal suite, then bought her a Burberry fleece

One of my enemies missing, don't ask me, I don't know where he could be