al capone - skinny t & rr (fod) lyrics
[intro]
(funk or die)
ayy
[chorus: skinny t]
the 40 cal’ll probably go and bust a n*gga cantaloupe
the b*tch on fremont, she tellin’ camel toe
i used to hit house l!cks, we ran in random homes
before her onlyfans, she was on a camera phone
i can check the trap tonight, i don’t need a loan
this opp n*gga been dead so long, that n*gga candles gone
she said her feet hurt, sh*t, i let her put her sandals on
this ain’t the mafia but i came with al capone
[verse 1: skinny t]
this ain’t the mafia, bro came with a tommy gun
sh*t, i’m in saks right now, i’m tryna knock tommy buns
we can’t do a four blocks how he need his one
the b*tch ate the whole d*ck up, she said shе need the sons
the footprint centеr, we ball, n*gga, like the phoenix suns
the footprint center, we ball, n*gga, like a one*on*one
bro pulled up with rollie on, this sh*t a one*of*one
i could give a b*tch one chance, that b*tch one and done
she gon’ break the tricks for everything, she just runnin’ gun
i could jump out with a 50, that’s just a honey bun
cartier frames on my face, i’m still in the slums
the b*tch f*gged off, sh*t, f*ck it, she still with the bums
[chorus: skinny t]
the 40 cal’ll probably go and bust a n*gga cantaloupe
the b*tch on fremont, she tellin’ camel toe
i used to hit house l!cks, we ran in random homes
before her onlyfans, she was on a camera phone
i can check the trap tonight, i don’t need a loan
this opp n*gga been dead so long, that n*gga candles gone
she said her feet hurt, sh*t, i let her put her sandals on
this ain’t the mafia but i came with al capone
[verse 2: rr]
another opp died, what you think all them candles for?
four*five*nine, yeah, i used to run in random homes
that n*gga ate the cheese so i had to leave that man alone
talkin’ crazy to a b*tch, i don’t know where my manners go
huh, or i don’t know where my manners went
she give me trap and she don’t know how to manage it
all*gold presi’, i can’t wait ’til she grab that b*tch
no scary hoes, all my b*tches is grabbin’ sh*t
one*of*one rollie, swear you n*ggas ain’t havin’ it
40 go boom if you thinkin’ ’bout grabbin’ this
then go and check the hundred, n*gga, you can go ask the b*tch
f*ck around, k!ll a fan on the accident
[chorus: skinny t]
the 40 cal’ll probably go and bust a n*gga cantaloupe
the b*tch on fremont, she tellin’ camel toe
i used to hit house l!cks, we ran in random homes
before her onlyfans, she was on a camera phone
i can check the trap tonight, i don’t need a loan
this opp n*gga been dead so long, that n*gga candles gone
she said her feet hurt, sh*t, i let her put her sandals on
this ain’t the mafia but i came with al capone
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