[Intro]

Snap Capone

Ain’t nuttin personal

Purge

[Verse]

I done seen it all

Niggas turned pussy up in prison

Niggas can’t ride and start snitchin’

I done seen it all

The streets turned a G into a victim

Tell my niggas locked that I miss em

I was in the streets runnin wild with my clique

In a dirty ringer tryna load up a clip

I started with shanks then I moved up to sticks

Started with Z’s and I moved up to bricks muh’fucker

Never was the shit now I’m the shit muh’fucker

Chicks never used to laugh now they call me Chris Tucker

It’s funny when the money came bitches changed

And now im in the M L switchin lanes

High end shit, can’t pronounce the name

Since I left school I’ve never been the same

I came here with nothin so how can I lose?

At the table with bosses just pour me some juice

I copped me the coupe the Mercedes is new

Nigga I’m the shit like horses manure

Pour juice for my niggas dead

I heard niggas puttin prices on my head

Headshot they want my t-shirt red

I only fear God and them fucking feds

The hoods getting hot niggas dropping bodies

And most niggas talkin greaze ain’t never dropped a body

South side shit niggas die quick

Skinny nigga hand on that 9 grip

Ridin’ out nigga got no license

Your boy dead nigga u ain’t ride shit

Hatin on me I’m the best that ever did it

Wiggin the nigga then wiggin the witness

Hop in the four door windows are tinted

Nigga I’m the best in the business, word

36 OZ nigga that’s a bird

I can get him touched nigga if I say my word

Devil on my shoulder , proud of my killings

Killin niggas part of my religion

I be in the villa in Venice

With some OG’s, I love Guinness

The 45's long, my apprentice

Snap Lord Sugar, nigga born sinner

Gun in my kameez akh meet me after Jummah

I ain’t with that woman cos that shit broke

Everything gravy, Bisto

Grab me the pistol

Give a nigga with four

With a lighty, bad b from Bristol

The numbers don’t lie check the score board

2 straps nigga that’s plural

Ever seen the beam on a 4’4?

Thug motivations snap Capone more loads

I’ll resurrect the dead when I beat the pound

You got cold hearted killers then send em round

I was broke all my life

Now it’s rich quid trips to Dubai

Flyin boy , flyin boy and bust nigga

Countin 50 bands up with gus nigga

Shout my nigga dex nigga

Headshot hit the deck nigga