lirik lagu rns – snap capone
[intro * baseman]
real n*gga sh*t
real n*gga sh*t
[hook * baseman]
real n*gga sh*t
out here on these roads, gotta make this f*cking paper quick
you know we stay with it
big .45 and i’m shooting, i ain’t waving it
real n*gga sh*t
out here on these roads, gotta make this f*cking paper quick
you know we stay with it
big .45 and i’m shooting, i ain’t waving it
[verse 1 * margz]
i’m in the same clothes for days, grinding at the trap spot
working like a slave, whipping powder into crack rock
we’re grinding to get paid, this for the have’s and the have*not’s
plus i keep the burner by the cooker, i’m a crack shot
get it? don’t let them hype they don’t get it
i’ve seen them man on the roads, they don’t set it
i’ll set it on man and his o’s, o2
no rules, anywhere man see him imma dead him
all the real n*ggas f*ck with me, they don’t like that
you don’t get these arms on the roads, i’ll take your nine akh
i heard you p*ssies sh*t up your nose, you doing lines akh?
that’s why you’re hyping on road, you’re not a wild one
it’s cool you like to stay with your ting but f*ck your mild gun
big .45 when i ride, i’m f*cking wild son
east side all day, n*ggas know where i’m from
we g*ngb*ng in broad day, n*ggas know what i’m on
[hook * baseman]
real n*gga sh*t
out here on these roads, gotta make this f*cking paper quick
you know we stay with it
big .45 and i’m shooting, i ain’t waving it
real n*gga sh*t
out here on these roads, gotta make this f*cking paper quick
you know we stay with it
big .45 and i’m shooting, i ain’t waving it
[verse 2 * snap capone]
on the streets i’m a beast and they know why
the forty*fifth kick him, watch his skull fly
i don’t make music you can dance to
but i can make ’em shuffle if i bring the pump through
margz and snap, hardest n*ggas, clart the mac
frank lucas, money in my garden akh
with my rottweiler dog, he’ll he guarding that
shoot him in his chest, in his heart in fact
mob sh*t, twelve gauge mop stick
rock wigs then hop in and drop six
talking murder murder, you ain’t dropped sh*t
souls leave when the f*cking mop spits
counting money in the red california
flow cold, hypothermia
cocaine from macedonia
portuguese mamis from angola
snap k!lling n*ggas like ebola
[hook * baseman]
real n*gga sh*t
out here on these roads, gotta make this f*cking paper quick
you know we stay with it
big .45 and i’m shooting, i ain’t waving it
real n*gga sh*t
out here on these roads, gotta make this f*cking paper quick
you know we stay with it
big .45 and i’m shooting, i ain’t waving it
real n*gga sh*t
out here on these roads, gotta make this f*cking paper quick
you know we stay with it
big .45 and i’m shooting, i ain’t waving it
real n*gga sh*t
out here on these roads, gotta make this f*cking paper quick
you know we stay with it
big .45 and i’m shooting, i ain’t waving it
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