I swear my g got an eye on you dawg
Do you think your mans will die for you?
I swear my g got an eye on you dawg
Do you think your mans will die -
I swear my g got an eye on you 
I swear my g got a -
I swear my g got an eye on you dawg
Do you think your mans will die for you?

Whoa

Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha

Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha

Yeah, uh-uh
What?
Water on me, huh yeah
Water on me, whoa

Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha

Countin’ up queens
Countin’ up deads
Countin’ up
Countin’ up
You don’t know what a nigga would do for the money
You don’t know what a nigga would do for the bread
Better check
Fuck ‘round end up dead
Fuck ‘round end up - , woah
Yah yah, woah

Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha

Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha

I swear my g got an eye on you dawg
Do you think your mans will die for you?
I swear my g got an eye on you dawg
Do you think your mans will die -
I swear my g got an eye on you 
I swear my g got a -
I swear my g got an eye on you dawg
Do you think your mans will die for you?

Whoa

Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha

Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha

SHAKE THAT !

Yeah

You lot are sorry, man, you make me sick
Niggas way too quick to judge, cos they’re not stuntin with clique
Niggas know I got those flavours, so they’re tryna take a pic
I’m a rapper in this city, in case I’m talking to a snitch

Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah 
Yeah yeah

I’m in love with my stripper chick, she gon get me lit
Pouring up, she gon get me lit
Pouring up, she gon get me lit
She talks likes she need more than friend, she wanna take this dick
I’m gonna lay that - whoa, I’m gonna lay that there
I’m up in her guts, I’m up in her woosh, I’m up in her head
I’m up at the top, I’m getting the guap, put it up in the air
She wanna come to the casa, she wanna come to lair
She wanna come to the casa, she wanna come to lair

Yeah 
Yeah yeah
Yeah 
Yeah yeah

Hottest nigga in the booth, I'm a pyromaniac
Laying that witchfire on the beat
Heard you can’t take that heat
Heard you can’t take that heat
But being this fresh, I can bring that breeze
My name kaprice
Nah you can’t hack this -
Can’t hack this fuego
I put your hoe, I put bad bitches on my lingo
You act surprised, like you don’t know that it’s my thing bro
You thought that bitch was into you for what you paid for
If you say so..

Yeah 
Yeah yeah
Yeah 
Yeah yeah

Yeah 
Yeah yeah
Yeah 
Yeah yeah

Yeah Yeah (Prod. EMPROD)

Kiz Kaprice - SHOW YOU UP 
Produced by Phil Beats
Recorded At The Wavy Abyss Studio

Let me show you suttin
This typa shit might show you up
Might show you up
Might show you up

Let me show you suttin
This typa shit might show you up
Might show you up
Might show you up

Can’t talk too much, I might have to censor 
Got shh in the bag that’s an ounce of -
I know niggas who handle the corporate 
I know niggas who handle the streets
Way too cold, too fly, too flee
Whole lotta snow if you like to ski
Everywhere - North, West, South and East
I know niggas and niggas know me (yeah)
If you saw the food that moves in the country
That type of bread get you rich by my lunch
I might flip a pack but I got other bags
And I work OT but I’ve never been cunch
Been round real
These niggas fugazi
Been round real niggas since I was young
He toting a phone he ain’t toting a gun
It’s one phone call and you niggas are done (fah)
You’re corny and cheesy like Cheeto puffs
(Like what) They’re tryna be like us (yeah)
Most people think I’m a demon tryna hit me with the Jesus stuff (whoa)
I can go dark just give me a - shit, I don’t need a reason cuz  (I don’t)
I don’t need a reason cuz
I don’t need a reason cuz
We’re all looking bookey like suttin is up
Put your soul in the air now suttin is up (oh no)
Try me you’re fucking it up, you’ll be battling demons like what’s in the cup
Fucking it up
What’s up with my cup
Fucking it up 
I’m just tryna chop but she’s falling in love
Fucking this baddie I’m deep in this hoe
If she wanna be mine then I’m feeding this hoe (I’m feeding her lunch)
If the pussy is mine imma turn to a munch
If it’s not, imma skeet, then I’ll leave, imma go
Cah for real like I don’t even need these hoes (I don’t need em)
I don’t even need em for real
I don’t even need these hoes
I don’t even need em for real

Chyeah
Let me show you suttin’
This typa shit might - (huh)
This typa shit might show you up
This typa shit might - uh, yeah

Let me show you suttin
This typa shit might show you up
Might show you up
Might show you up

Might show you up
Might show you up
Might show you up
Might show you up

SHOW YOU UP (Prod. Phil Beats)

What?
Fuck
Yeah, uh
(huh)

Kiz Kaprice
King Kaprice
Woah

Yeah
I won’t lie, I won’t lie
I just got me a money glitch
Rich, money it made me switch
Rich, money it made me -
Yeah, money it made me switch up
Switch up, counting the dead in pink
Bitch I’m counting the dead in pink
Bitch I’m counting the dead in pink

Post anywhere 
Post up anywhere take that flick
Post up anywhere take that flick
Post up anywhere take that flick
What is the problem?
What is the issue?
So many niggas are hating, shit
You're telling these niggas that we got beef
I’ll make you call it quits
I think I’m in love with guap
You know the money obsessed with Kiz
I got control of the game can’t you see I’m on flexy shit
Sexy bitch, she wanna go sexy fish
Now I’m on sexy shit
Shawty wanna suck this
Shawty wanna suck this dick
She fuckin off this fit
Saw my flex on the IG photos you know that the lifestyle quick 
Post up anywhere take that flick
I’m on the gram but I’m antisocial and that don’t even make no sense
Post up anywhere shit is mental
Post up anywhere with intent

I won’t lie, I won’t lie
I just got me a money glitch
Rich, money it made me switch
Rich, money it made me -
Yeah, money it made me switch up
Switch up, counting the dead in pink
Bitch I’m counting the dead in pink
Bitch I’m counting the dead in pink

MONEY GLITCH

ROOM (with Phoenix Jones + Zaani)

Suttin’ I Like To See
Kiz Kaprice
Produced By Kiz Kaprice

My niggas on standby ready to dump off
Suttin I like to see
Flip that guap, Money jump
Suttin I like to see
Turning up, bad bitches
Suttin' I like to see
Fitted jeans carry the dumpa
Suttin' I like to see

My niggas on standby ready to dump off
Suttin' I like to see
Flip that guap, Money jump
Suttin' I like to see
Turning up, bad bitches
Suttin' I like to see
Fitted jeans carry the dumpa
Suttin' I like to see

Suttin I like to see
Suttin I like to see
You can bite this swag 
But that means nothing to me
And if I let it slide
You better be hiding from me
You better be hiding from me
You better be frightened of me 
Better hide your hoe 
Better hide your bitch
Better move in silence g
Cos she might be
Cos she might be telling me secrets
She might be telling me secrets 
She don’t know bout privacy 
There’s she go
She Tryna fuck on the nigga you try to be
That’s right
She a seducer
You ain’t got beef with me 
Go on then nigga come do suttin'
Go on then nigga come do suttin'
He wanna run up made him freeze up 
I just turned him stone cold, shit, I feel like medusa
You’re the type to do what I wouldn’t do, 
That’s why you look like a loser
After me who you gonna call?
Is it God or Buddha?
You’re failing to keep it cool
There’s a reason I stepped out cooler
I don’t really fuck with ice
But I might go and invest in a jeweller 
Til I’m shinin' too bright to see

My niggas on standby ready to dump off
Suttin' I like to see
Flip that guap, Money jump
Suttin' I like to see
Turning up, bad bitches
Suttin' I like to see
Fitted jeans carry the dumpa
Suttin' I like to see

My niggas on standby ready to dump off
Suttin' I like to see
Flip that guap, Money jump
Suttin' I like to see
Turning up, bad bitches
Suttin' I like to see
Fitted jeans carry the dumpa
Suttin' I like to see

Suttin' I like to see
Suttin' I like to see
Flip that guap, Money jump
Suttin I like to see
Suttin' I like to see
Suttin' I like to see
Fitted jeans carry the dumpa
Suttin' I like to see

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