[Verse]

Fresh home from jail, completed four summers

Calling for a meeting if the nigga's talking numbers

Nigga I ain't greedy, I feed all my youngers

The nigga robbed my gun so I shot him in the stomach

That was back then, fast-forward now

Shove £100K in a large Gucci pouch

I love my nigga Twiggz, we're two killers from the South

I bought a Glock with a whistle, it don't make a sound

Put your hands on my skin in jail and you'd be dead on road

Phantom Ghost, irregular pose

Cracking skull, they call me Snap Capone

How you think I got my name?

I turn a sunny day grey, fifty shades

AP that's my big bro, he whipped it till his wrist broke

Always taking risks bro

Life's deep so I dig a stick on me like a sticker

Chest shot split his liver

The way you rap, you are not that nigga

Reekz load the gun while I get the dinger

While you was busy stunting on the Gram

I was making thousands from the can

Rolling round with Demon, trips to New Zealand

Chick Puerto Rican, my swag in season

Coke in your region, hoes up in Neasden

Snap far from lenient, my gun obedient

I know a nigga caught a body then he turned to Christ

I caught my first body, had to do it twice

Get caught, that's thirty-five if you don't do it right

My younger's tryna catch two a night

They've got my nigga Nutty in confinement

New plug dropping ten on consignment

I don't feel that nigga, he's a sideman

Tryna get this coke over like a migrant

Gotta up the price if you want it on an arm

I'm still with my Muslim brothers, Snap like Saddam

I've got a new link and the nina was the samps

These bricks from Dam but they're coming through France

I could always tell if the client was an undy

Me and Gus, nine months, caught a mill up in country

Niggas want beef, it's going down like a bungee

To walk in my shoes you're gonna have to spend a monkey

It's Dior jeans but the top's Balmain

That bitch is my side but you've gotta add your main

Gus that's my brother, knows the code to my safe

If you violate Tem, that's a hole in your face

Listening to R.A., me and my compadres

Did shit the hard way, in the GLC pushing Class A

Feds stop skrr, that's a car chase

More guns than an arcade, chest shot make his heart break

Free my little bros riding thirty life

I check niggas like the Burberry stripe

Could've got lifed off, all praise to my God

Gun ripped like a tight top

Ride-outs, switch him off, ride off

Write-off, nine pops, life lost, minus

Beam in his eyes like Cyclops, head shot scrape his high-top

Squeeze the trigger like eye drops