Snap Capone, back in action

Clap the Mac-10, Headshot immaculate splashing

Impeccable fashion, Clap the magnum

Clap your captain, got hoes in Tooting

Bricks in Clapham, I'll wig a nigga

And clap his madam, hop out the wagon

Mink coat dragging, no beef you want mince or salad

Snap’s a savage, all my fucking shooters are callous

Catting's in catching, the big .45 is my cannon

I ain't no rapper, gun clapper

Unconvicted (shhhhhh)

I ain’t fucking heard of ya, what case you beat

What Ms you bust, what pricks you shot (who?)

You ain't never been in no duck, or hit no cells

The only thing you hit was girls, what clips you loaded

Tell me one nigga you stabbed, what you know about a stick and a brick in the cab

What you know about skipping bail and living in traps (huh!?)

I'm sick of these liars, I'll soon be retired

If its beef then we roll out in Michelin tires, and burning the bodies

And ripping out the teeth with pliers, free my nigga Psycho Zid

All my niggas got bodies, that's why they ain't wife no bitch

Ima still sell crack if I go leg', ima play her three times the lady like Lionel Rich

Snap Capone a boss I don't take no orders, me and Corleone cocaine importers

Went from stick up kids to drug enforcers, loco Mafioso

Gucci loafers, guns and roses got one

100 soldiers pull up in ghosts’, no chauffer whipping my own shit

I got crack in D, I do road with a mac on me

Turn your face into mac and cheese, stretch food get maximum P

Me and G in a GT, wrist on freeze my bitch on fleek

Top says Givenchy, Snap Capone high end trap in a mansion

Pull up in the i8 throwing a tantrum, kidnap your bitch and the kid for ransom

My inspiration Richard Branson, trap lord like Guy Fisher

Reekz gonna hit you second time if I miss ya, born broke but ima die richer

Runnin’ shit like diarrhoea, gave her more wood than Ikea

Pull up in the S-Class Coupe electric blue, only black nigga doing business with the zoos

Concrete jungle my hoods like a zoo, I don't talk beef you hear a click then boom boom

S7 zoom zoom, skirt skirt vroom vroom (uhh)

Warlord with a .44, I’ll let the tec sing like Boy George

I'm Scarface with a chainsaw, only bosses eat at the table

Trap brick shoot guns, soldiers on the new one

OT lines more deals than Groupon, crashed the Porsche Cayman

Fuck it get a new one, rule number one don't forget who put you on

Hit jail tried get bail within two months, dead solicitors get a new one (ayy)

Three man bang up or double cells, now I know how Nelson Mandela felt

Talking to myself but it never helps, I'm in deep water like Michael Phelps (yughh, uhh)

Fuck a chick I’ll ride this bird on my ones, the day at the star the end will be gone (uhh)

Real shit got real guns, real clips

Hop out, headshots the wheel spins

Still grim, I'm 2Pac ‘Above The Rim'

So grim, catch a nigga

Soak him, ghost him

When it comes to work I put the most in, Capone!