rap cap but it sounds good

Get a job
Make these bitches confess
Blow this money I do not stress
Get a job
Make these bitches confess
Blow this money I do not stress
I'm full of passion
You're full of anger
I load some bullets in my gun
Don't need one in the chamber
You missing all of the fun
If you can't control your aim sir
I'm way ahead of the run
I don't need a fucking stranger to tell me
What to do Imma spit up on the mic
Or I might just have a clothing brand
Expedite it overnight
Fucking right
Flying on my dick like a kite
And I pull up with a bitch on the right
She got a ar sight
Shoot 'em with that bitch in the dark of the night
Get a job
Make these bitches confess
Blow this money I do not stress
Get a job
Make these bitches confess
Get this money I do not stress
Bad little ting
And we pull up with the car on the side hoe
I don't know what I'm saying we gonna be just fine
Bro my momma called the lawyer
Spend the pennies on that beat it's a dime
I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine
I don't wanna be nobody
I don't be nobody at the party
I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine
Talk a lot of smack
That's what I do
Call you Cordae before I kung your fu
Better watch out cause I'm coming through
I don't fuck with you
I don't be nobody at the party
Imma be at the party
I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine