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Unsolved murders

Dirty burners

Don't be nervous

Sticks are German

Rugs are Persian

Tough on YouTube, soft in person

Coke investments

Home inspections

Two sticks ambidextrous

Snapped impetuous

Never been treacherous

Rubber-grip TEC for the textures

I'm the era after Opi and them

Still talk to Opi and them

Snap's selling opium

Can't get the gun in, fucking bring the pokey in

Can't find a nigga, fuck it I'ma smoke his friend

You've never had beef

You don't do road or do street

Ask Little Zee

The nigga lost my gun, bought another ten

Block hot like Marrakech

Bally on, nigga have a guess

Head, neck, when I clap the spesh

Full stop, that's a grammar check

I've been catching bodies

Snap Capone alias John Gotti

Only thing you'll take is a slug from me

These niggas, pshttt, they're nobodies

It's still free TN

Guns, clothes, cars European

Ready for war like the Koreans

I have your Mrs in my DM's

Now I've got your Mrs in my BM

Fuck her then I pass her on to Liam

Waiting on that Cayenne coupe

Bro who you lying to?

You're just a likkle fish, must I remind you?

New coupe's sky blue

Shot what? Stabbed who?

Guns sneeze, atchoo!

Head shot, black shoots

Don't make me bring buj back

Click clack, kwuff kwaff

These niggas soft, they just look bad

Rolling round with Bap, free my nigga Sid

Zig-zag hand ting while pressing on the sig

Nigga I don't know what he done or what he did

Your whole life is a myth

Snap flows like a pro

Whip coke into stones

My .38 chrome looks chubby and short

I only do the Roley or the AP Offshore

Cause niggas don't want it, not really really sure

Bad boy Snizzy

Bro say nizzy

RIP Tizzy

Gun man, shoot her like Clizzy

Going on the rizzy

Head, neck, chest, shot the kidney

Then fly to Papa Guinea

Pull up in a Tesla

Brand new heckler

My amigo name Hector

Boy better know like I'm Skepta

Causing pain's my pleasure

Violate Dexter, I'll leave you Stone Cold like the wrestler

Niggas crack under pressure

Trap house, brick pressed and then measure

Swerving in a Range

Better have respect on my name

All my shooters qualified and they're fully trained

Gun man Snap but to Mum I'm a Saint

DSquared covered in paint

It's still free Jungle

Caught a mill cash wrapped in bundles

I was up in jail, me and my nigga Rumblez

Far from humble

Live demonstration of what my gun do

Art of war like Sun Tzu

Nutty got life

Snap got life

There's not a day that goes by that I don't pray for my niggas

Bitches say they're real but they ain't waiting on no niggas

The nigga's looking life so the nigga started snitching

The game's fucked for fuck's sake

Two bricks came in duct tape

S500 in gun grey

Selling Holy bricks on a Sunday

Engaged to the streets, my fiancee

It's Capone motherfucker