Kaptein

You created a fucking masterpiece, bro
If that song don't make you blow up, I swear I'm gonna be-

Militant man, I'm vicious, I filled the bag with riches
Shit man, I can't talk to that boy, he a mixed-matched nigga
It's a shame he can't make a hit, man
When I'm inside the club, I'm with three bad bitches
With friends, I'm chilling with six man
Soldier, the militant hit man, I make a-

Bad boy, bad boy, bad boy, bad boy
Bad boy, bad boy, bad boy, bad boy
Bad

One shot from the choppa, leave 'em-

Militant man, I'm vicious, I filled the bag with riches
Shit man, I can't talk to that boy, he a mixed-matched nigga
It's a shame he can't make a hit, man (whoa)
When I'm inside the club, I'm with three bad bitches
With friends, I'm chilling with six man
Soldier, the militant hit man, I make a hit, it's a big bang (whoa)

She kinda bad and she fly, and she Afrikaans, she call me a kaptein
I mixed her up with her friend, her name was Chantelle
I thought it was Chanté (whoa)
I made it onto the field, I used to be mid, they calling me Kanté
They caught me shooting at Shell
And they asked me why, I said, "'Cause I'm gas, man"

Mhm, call me the militant man
I fuck up a beat when I land it
Even though I made the parts and the plans (parts and plans)
You cannot stay broke to the mall at the movies
Just check out my diamonds, they dance
Mhm, my shit cost me a lot, your shit cost two hundred rands

Mhm, my life was saggin' real low, I had to pick up my pants
Mhm, I never talked to your ho, wouldn't even give her a chance
Mhm, I'm on your TV with snow, fuck up a stream when I land
Yuh, soldier man, put you to sleep, shit just got realer than grand
Huh, I'm getting bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger
Brother, you're not that nigga
You're talking about money, you don't got sinkwa
I find it so funny that you call her "Mami", and I call her to link up (damn)

She gave me brain and that's how I found out she's not a bad thinker (whoa)
You're just a hater, eish, chief, I left your maddie in pieces (whoa)
Hop on the stage, and I start a problem, they want a thesis (whoa)
Fuck with the army, they right behind me, try me, you'll peep it
One day, I'm buying the tank, but at the front of the Jeep it

Militant man, I'm vicious, I filled the bag with riches (yeah)
Shit man, I can't talk to that boy, he a mixed-matched guy
It's a shame he can't make a hit, man
When I'm inside the club, I'm with three bad bitches
With friends, I'm chilling with six man
Soldier, the militant hit man, I make a hit, it's a big bang (whoa)
She kinda bad and she fly, and she Afrikaans, she calls me a kaptein

I mixed her up with her friend
Her name was Chantelle, I thought it was Chanté
I made it onto the field, I used to be mid, they calling me Kanté
They caught me shooting at Shell
And they asked me why, I said, "'Cause I'm gas, man"