The Cap On This App
The cap on this app
Brings the hour of trap.
The hour of trap?
Yes, the hour of trap.
They shake it hard.
They throw it back.
They praise God
But....Then they talk smack.
The Trumpettes shouting threats...
Any more, I might snap.
So much shade
So much frontin'
Is the cap on this app.
Oh you thought...
N!gga what...?
Pie hole still open.
Please make it shut.
Yet....
The gums,
They still flap
Might just end in a slap
Such is the way
With the cap on this app.
Copyright © Danita Michelle Allen | Year Posted 2022
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