ShoeBox Baby – Capalot Flow (Instrumental) (Prod. By L.A.)

[Intro]
Yeah
Turn me up one more time
For sure, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
(L.A. Justice make it slap, bro)

[Verse]
I should be up in the A with ‘Wop, instead I’m totin’ a MAC in the ‘Raq
I got a lil’ bitch, she on finna back and I’m dumpin’ on the opps and I feel like I’m Shaq
My shorty slidin’ around on the [?], the feds, they not in the scat
Where was you at when we was just takin’ them looses and givin’ them bitches right back?
I used to go have foenem for guns but that’s [?]
I fell in love with rap when Von came back and passed out all of them racks
Used to see red but now I see green ’cause Jaydo had died and that was my slatt
I’m on the frontline but still remember when I was so quiet and keepin’ it back
Used to had [?] but now I got range, I pull up from half like Damian Lillard
My [?] solved but turn to [?], he at least slump over when he go off a hitta
I was on some exclusive shit, now the groupie bitch tryna fuck ’cause she know I’m that nigga
I like a bougie bitch, who be choosin’ shit, Lord know that I’m comin’ to get him
They say I’m fresh as shit, I’ll blast shit, I be rappin’ my ass off
Found out where the baby [?], now we all in strikers gettin’ ready for blast off
I just fuck up my arm, they say that it’s time to score, I’m takin’ this cast off
They call him no face ’cause he duckin’ the case, so he won’t be takin’ his mask off
Thirty-three shots on me like I’m Scottie Pip’, plus I’m with Young Bulls
Big Woney ain’t gotta talk, he like Trae Young at the three, he gon’ pull
Four deep in the black Track’, dressin’ all black, tryna catch us a stripe
If I ask you, “Who is that?” and you ain’t double back, well, I’m takin’ your life
ShoeBox Irving on crossin’ shit and my niggas slidin’, tell me where it’s the issue
If I tell ’em to get you, them bullets gon’ rip through your tissue and tore out your gristle
I don’t like to picture paitin’, I ain’t freakin’ insane, I ain’t waitin’ to spank you
Jaydot on house arrest, got his ankle locked like the judge Kurt Angle
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, it’s ‘Box
Huh? What? It’s ‘Box
Slatt, slatt, slatt
Come on, come on, come on, bitch