lirik lagu intro – snap capone
[verse]
in that cla talking mad greaze
it’s headshots when i slap these
gun in my pocket like some house keys
i’ll shoot the whole strip then i’m outie
i know the feds wanna mark duggan me
but i stay with my stick, still ducking these
got some fresh dots, berettas and some fresh glocks
i know the plug, i phone him up “i need ten box”
if they send subliminals we send ten shots
n*gga’s gone mad f*cking round with me
the ak’s down my leg real casually
cause a casualty, redrum catastrophe
i’m whipping up food, this ain’t scrambled eggs
the buj same colour as malcolm x
i’m in the x4 talking coke prices
gonna rob the link if the price rises
i make my heat rise like the f*cking climate
thirty shots to his chest leaves him lifeless
in the kitchen whipping chicken, tennessee’s
half a chicken n*gga that’s eleven g’s
£550 shoes, big saint laurent’s
if she sees this money i bet she comes
imma f*ck these b*tches one by one
i’m strapped with this big terminator gun
my n*gga’s doing life, i’m still optimistic
you’ve never caught a body, let’s be realistic
if a body got dropped you know i did it
from pecky to wooly you know i blow my biscuit
i don’t rate man, betray, wave, spray man
i tan skin, spray tan, i’m a grave man
the mossberg pump, that’s the broomstick
one dump chump you’ll be wounded
look i was in jail riding stiff time
now it’s eighteen carat gold on my wrist line
i send one hundred shots when it’s stick time
the mac turn your face into fragments
i only speak money, i don’t know broke language
getting head in that pearl white aston vanquish
your n*gga got merked, never rid for him
my stick foreign, whip foreign, chick foreign
d*ck blowing, wrist glowing
make a k!lling off that white girl, pistorius
counting up racks, free older snap
free nutty too, the slug will split your mind in two
imma bang her on my ones, i don’t need no crew
you’ll be hooked to tubes when the uzi booms
n*gga said it’s beef so i’m loading up
look i can have his chest all opened up
paramedics on the scene tryna close him up
golden sh*lls loaded in this golden gun
n*ggas turned g’s, since when akh?
the ar breaks his chest and makes his neck snap
i’m rolling round with zish n*gga f*ck police
look he can get five from that f for free
i left school, no dough had to trap hard
now my slate of buj is flatter than a bankcard
never judge a book by its cover, read the whole book
this cocaine’s whiter than george bush
i remix work, turn one to three
this big .45 is my bestie
i don’t do love, i need a straight freak
caribbean weave, come taste me
i’m speeding in that two*door wavey
i’m just tryna beat then i’m swayze
i’m talking persian rugs in the penthouse
i’m just happy that they let young spent out
they call us amg boys, we get the benz out
ray*ban shades, i ain’t slept in days
counting up this money till my head aches
in the cut playing fabulous’ s.o.u.l tapes
n*gga f*ck a rap career, i’m drug dealing
in the s*class with the suede ceiling
in the dorchester hotel’s where we hold our meetings
f*ck these f*ckboys, we ain’t seeing even
these n*ggas ain’t g’s they’re some boys for me
i was shooting guns, you was watching toy story
my name should beat guns like the boy cory
look i’ve got more than a thousand war stories
let a n*gga stunt, he can make the news
mummy’s boy’s dead, should have stayed in school
all i know is murder, i don’t know no different
with the toast i get real close, let the burner kiss him
i break down bricks, i don’t do karate
i can teach you how to do this, i’m mr miyagi
how’s the mac*10 spray? issey miyake
b*tches calling me papi from london straight to miami
last week’s swag cost a salary
the tec’s singing like amy winehouse, valerie
i f*cked all my girl’s friends now she’s mad at me
look i carry heat and spit rapidly
talk tough you’ll be jukked up
throw shots, the pump will hit a n*gga close up
in the sauna balling n*gga adrien broner
casino lifestyle n*gga playing poker
r.i.p my n*ggas n*gga free my n*ggas
chinchilla jacket n*gga f*ck them other n*ggas
b*tches talking birkin bags and red bottoms
spending that n*gga’s p’s cause you know the feds got ’em
wanna put a stop to my shine like a set of curtains
the trey shoots or the semi bursting
i’m bad boy snap, i’ll blaze any person
i’ll shoot him in his skin, about i’m moving nervous
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