Al Capone

Lyrics

[Intro] (Funk or Die) Ayy [Chorus: Skinny T] The 40 cal'll probably go and bust a nigga cantaloupe The bitch on Fremont, she tellin' camel toe I used to hit house licks, we ran in random homes Before her OnlyFans, she was on a camera phone I can check the trap tonight, I don't need a loan This opp nigga been dead so long, that nigga candles gone She said her feet hurt, shit, I let her put her sandals on This ain't the mafia but I came with Al Capone [Verse 1: Skinny T] This ain't the mafia, bro came with a tommy gun Shit, I'm in Saks right now, I'm tryna knock tommy buns We can't do a four blocks how he need his one The bitch ate the whole dick up, she said shе need the sons The footprint centеr, we ball, nigga, like the Phoenix Suns The footprint center, we ball, nigga, like a one-on-one Bro pulled up with Rollie on, this shit a one-of-one I could give a bitch one chance, that bitch one and done She gon' break the tricks for everything, she just runnin' gun I could jump out with a 50, that's just a honey bun Cartier frames on my face, I'm still in the slums The bitch fagged off, shit, fuck it, she still with the bums [Chorus: Skinny T] The 40 cal'll probably go and bust a nigga cantaloupe The bitch on Fremont, she tellin' camel toe I used to hit house licks, we ran in random homes Before her OnlyFans, she was on a camera phone I can check the trap tonight, I don't need a loan This opp nigga been dead so long, that nigga candles gone She said her feet hurt, shit, I let her put her sandals on This ain't the mafia but I came with Al Capone [Verse 2: RR] Another opp died, what you think all them candles for? Four-five-nine, yeah, I used to run in random homes That nigga ate the cheese so I had to leave that man alone Talkin' crazy to a bitch, I don't know where my manners go Huh, or I don't know where my manners went She give me trap and she don't know how to manage it All-gold presi', I can't wait 'til she grab that bitch No scary hoes, all my bitches is grabbin' shit One-of-one Rollie, swear you niggas ain't havin' it 40 go boom if you thinkin' 'bout grabbin' this Then go and check the hundred, nigga, you can go ask the bitch Fuck around, kill a fan on the accident [Chorus: Skinny T] The 40 cal'll probably go and bust a nigga cantaloupe The bitch on Fremont, she tellin' camel toe I used to hit house licks, we ran in random homes Before her OnlyFans, she was on a camera phone I can check the trap tonight, I don't need a loan This opp nigga been dead so long, that nigga candles gone She said her feet hurt, shit, I let her put her sandals on This ain't the mafia but I came with Al Capone