[Verse 1 - Snap Capone]

Press then eject, left with a sket

Audermars Roleys, wet the Patek

This gun is my trophy, excellent skeng

Up close and personal, spray it like it's dench

Nigga I'm a gang banger, crack slanger, wife banger, bandana

My manor, chrome hammer, .44 oh mazza

Skrr in the old banger

No fork, cut the coke with a coat hanger

Two tone Roley, strap Jubilee

Snap Capone a killer, yeah it's true indeed

Niggas want me dead, that ain't new to me

All my niggas ready, let the war proceed

I had to hit her twice then I ditched that

This coke whiter than Mick Jag'

This whole brick came gift wrapped

I specialise in murders and kidnaps

[Hook - Snap Capone]

Flying OT, G's, packs and scores

Had to get that P now the tee says Dior

A nigga try and reach, imma turn him to a corpse

S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s

Flying OT, G's, packs and scores

Had to get that P now the tee says Dior

A nigga try and reach, imma turn him to a corpse

S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s

[Verse 2 - Stardom]

I heard they wanna put me in a coffin

Rimz, S, me, three G's like Golovkin

They killed my darg, I want revenge, I'm John Wick

I'll shoot you on the spot and hit it top bins

Talented, I could've been a surgeon

I just put five bricks in a German

Doing drive-by's for recreational purposes

Get the drop, I'll drop 'em like a Percocet

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Slim ting, I flew her out to Turkey

With the BBL and now she curvy

I used to keep my burner in the bin shed

We ain't squashing no beef until that kid's dead

Pole hoes, more men than a minibus

Bad boy, Big and Puff

Capping, ain't as real as us

O.T. bopping like NSG

Dopeboy trophy, rose gold Patek Phillippe

[Hook - Snap Capone]

Flying OT, G's, packs and scores

Had to get that P now the tee says Dior

A nigga try and reach, imma turn him to a corpse

S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s

Flying OT, G's, packs and scores

Had to get that P now the tee says Dior

A nigga try and reach, imma turn him to a corpse

S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s

[Verse 3 - Rimzee]

In that T-House all night and all day

I feel like Berna with this yay

I started with an eighth

Thirty-five for the white girl, twelve for the dirty

Got hustlin' in my jeans, Michael Amiri

Counting new dough with the same chick I was broke with

L-shaped sofas, L.V. loafers

Three-hundred for the tee, just to say D&G

Thirty in the Z

I got it in this house, Ali G

They laughed when I pulled up on my moped

I missed the ninth sale cause I don't come until road check

Tales of a kala, they say it's bad karma

Gaucho sea bass fillets with my partner

I was broke and bummy till I started shotting dutty

Hand-to-hand sales, I was hitting 'em like Murray

You know hanging on the blow I was a lame

Until a buyer introduced me to the game

[Hook - Snap Capone]

Flying OT, G's, packs and scores

Had to get that P now the tee says Dior

A nigga try and reach, imma turn him to a corpse

S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s

Flying OT, G's, packs and scores

Had to get that P now the tee says Dior

A nigga try and reach, imma turn him to a corpse

S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s