Cap Road ft. Sam Afro, Sooski & Lil' Vader Lyrics

Yea Yea

Fuck it up, Fuck it up

LV, Sooski, Afro

LV, Sooski, Afro

LV, Sooski, Afro

Let's Go

I'm always lyin' like I live on Cap Road

Mocha biting and she won't let go

Little baby dog bite the bone raw

If you're not safe then she'll bite your toes off

Sooski tells me I'm lost cause I don't believe in God

I just wanna rap on beats all day long

Emperor, on the throne, in the tower

Bars like lemonade it's so sweet and so sour

When I press it to my lips I really feel the power

Always wasting time days go by like hours

If your friend is mad at you then buy them sunflowers

Right now I'm starving, I want to devour

Serve it on a skillet (Serve it on a skillet)

Give this gift like it's Christmas (Give this gift like it's Christmas)

Pick the beat and then I kill it (Pick the beat and then I kill it)

Got on the Mic, then I kissed it (Got on the Mic, then I kissed it)

Sooski on the beat, imma put you on your feet

Then you're gonna end up in the street

You better know this shit ain't sweet

NBA, I cheer for the Heat

Cause I know they funna eat

And my dog helps me beat my meat

That's why she, gets a treat

Ya, Ya, Ya Ya Ya Ya Ay

This dog I call her my bitch

And I know she ain't never gone switch

Y'all better subscribe to my twitch

That's how I, get rich

And you better not snitch

Cause my dog, bitch

She has an, Itch

To bite your head off and turn you into a witch

With Sooski and Afro and we in the stu

She think she ballin' like she play for the Duke

Psych major, she at SFU

She for the team yea she for the whole crew

He say he straight but mans needs braces

Diamonds all white, no black like a racist

Canadian boy but I got these blue faces

These hoes in a knot like I'm tying my laces

None of that fake shit, I do not stage shit

I'm only on stage if I headline

I don't eat meat, but if you want beef

I'll have the steak with the red wine

You put her to sleep like it's bed time

Her ass fat and the head fine

You tryna woo her, she tellin' me rumours

She heard about you through the grapevine

I'm fuckin' his ex, and taking his main

My bitch outta his league, he can't take mine

I leave her on red like a stop sign

You better stop before I make your thot mine

You don't want war, please do not test man

I'm fuckin' the bride and she call me the best man

Got bitches in York and bitches in West Van

You think you're the best but there's no one I'm less than

LV, Sooski

Lookin' like Harlow and Druski

LV, Afro

Chillin' on, Cap Road