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Young M.a Trap Or Cap
It didn’t take a co-sign from Eminem to know that Young M.A. was spitting bars at an elite calibre. The New York lyricist has been widely regarded as a consistent voice in the game, her hard-hitting and unflinching style refreshing in a sea of imitators. And her repertoire is only growing. Today, M.A. came through to deliver a brief seven-song EP lined with bangers, including the spooky standout cut “Trap Or Cap.” Produced by Mike Zombie, the track opens with a minor key loop, an ominous backdrop for M.A’s Henny-fueled bars.
Young M.A – Trap Or Cap (prod. Mike Zombie)
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Zombie on the track)
Let me take a swig of that Henny real quick
Too many cappin’ niggas, man, too many cappin’ bitches out here, man
Either you gettin’ money or you cappin’
That’s it, uh
[Verse 1]
Pushin’ V’s, hundreds in my jeans, that’s a hundred G’s
Bougie bitch says she wanna leave, well, fuck it, leave
You ain’t got no car, you ain’t got no keys (You ain’t got no keys)
Now call that Uber to take you home and when you leave, leave me alone (Skrrt, skrrt)
Don’t hit my phone, pour me up some Hennessy, roll up a bone
I’m tired of hoes, how the hell you broke, but wearin’ designer clothes?
You stupid ho, I swear I’m through with those, ’cause damn, they do the most
That clout and shit, I don’t care ’bout the shit, I don’t care if you known
Them cappin’ guys, always rappin’ lies, but be a rat inside
Chasin’ cheese, I’m out here chasin’ green, you either trap or die
What’s brackin’, five?
We packin’ 30s, 40s, and we packin’ 9s (Grrt)
I’m packin’ mine, my pockets fat inside ’cause, bitch, I’m stackin’ mine
If you ain’t comin’ out to make no money, then nigga, go back inside
Was sober for a minute, I drunk that Henny and now I’m back alive
Yeah, I’m humble, but I got different sides, so, ayy, don’t act surprised
RedLyfe Gang, we wildin’ out (RedLyfe)
Rich nigga without havin’ clout (Uh-huh)
[Chorus]
Ayy, either you trappin’ or you cappin’ (Man, pick a side)
Either you trappin’ or you cappin’ (Ain’t no switchin’ sides)
Either you trappin’ or you cappin’ (Period)
Ayy, ayy
[Verse 2]
Flip a check, soon as you get a check, make that money stretch (Make that money stretch)
Spent a chec, just to get a bitch, man, that’s a dummy flex (A dummy flex)
Goofy guys, we don’t know them niggas, we like, “Who them guys?” (Who them guys?)
‘Cause where I’m from it’s do or die, you do for me, I do for mine (Huh?)
Hoppin’ out the foreign with the Louis slides, movie time (Movie time)
Go against the gang, that’s a suicide, don’t do it, slime (Don’t do it, slime)
Never snitchin’, if I do the crime, I’ma do the time
Never switchin’, if you forever loyal, I forever ride
Handle business, mind my business
Fuck your business, not my business
I be where that money at (Money at)
This not lean, it’s cognac (It’s cognac)
Damn, I need that loud pack, where brodie at? (Yerr)
Man, I swear I act just like my zodiac (Aries shit)
Shout out my SG niggas, that’s what my krodies jack (Krodie)
Can’t say you loyal to me, nah, you gotta show me that (You gotta show me)
I’ma hold me down, y’all niggas can’t hold me back (Y’all niggas can’t hold me back)
RedLyfe Gang, we wildin’ out (Ayy)
Rich nigga without havin’ clout (Uh)
[Chorus]
Ayy, either you trappin’ or you cappin’ (Man, pick a side)
Either you trappin’ or you cappin’ (Ain’t no switchin’ sides)
Either you trappin’ or you cappin’ (Period)
Ayy (Ooh)
[Outro]
These niggas out here, man
Fake flexin’
Either you gettin’ money or you gettin’, you know what I mean?
Or you, or you, you tellin’ lies, man
You out here cappin’
Too many niggas out here cappin’, bitches cappin’
Actin’ like they got it
Too many niggas out here actin’ like they got it
Spendin’ money and they ain’t even got it
Just to impress a ho, man, y’all weird, bro
Come on, man, get your money up, man
Ayy
Either you trappin’ or you cappin’
Either you trappin’ or you cappin’
(Zombie on the track)
