Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Snap Capone] My brudda I can tell you how it goes Ever seen a friend turn into a foe? All I need is my Rex and a stove Top and bottoms, yeah I get it off of both Me and Jamz talking business, he knows I'm the sickest The clip full of midgets, I never leave a witness Die hard, Bruce Willis, let's see who's the realest Shoot guns for my fitness, can't stomach the grimness Flip bricks, gymnast, head shot when the ting claps Nigga since when you've been bad? Keep the ting in my ting's bag Snap Capone loco, strapped with the Trey ocho Green light nigga go-go, buss upon you a bozo Nigga I'm the boss of this shit, hop in thе whip Hop in your bitch, click-clack popping the clip Pop-pop-popping his wig, I'm dropping the prick Your bitch be ucking thе kid [Hook - Snap Capone] I could never beef on the net I'd rather go and squeeze on the TEC These niggas playing checkers, this is chess SVR Range, mind your steps I could never beef with a prick I'd rather go and squeeze on the stick On the opp block playing it SVR range with the tints [Verse 2 - Tiny Boost] I could never beef on the internet I'd rather wipe a nigga's nose, where's the tissue at? I load the clip, drag the top of the pistol back I'll put a bullet in your wig nigga, think on that I've been having dreams of running up in jails Tying up govs and bringing all my niggas back We done turned niggas into packs, big smokers In the trap with some pots and some big toasters Nigga said he's never been chauffeured Huh well I'm gonna get a hit sent for you You ever seen that buj burn on the tin foil? Ain't nothing new, these bitches never been loyal How you think a nigga fucking on your wife? Oh I think she likes me I gotta stay low I think them boys wan' indict me You ain't do or die, you ain't standing up beside me Streets know that I'm lively [Hook - Snap Capone] I could never beef on the net I'd rather go and squeeze on the TEC These niggas playing checkers, this is chess SVR Range, mind your steps I could never beef with a prick I'd rather go and squeeze on the stick On the opp block playing it SVR range with the tints [Verse 3 - RA] I could never beef on the net Are you mad? I just go and reach for the spesh In the bag and put like three in his chest Never brag, free my brudda S cah he did it for the gang He can't wear a Roley, it'll get snatched off him Got a plug in my camp, I get packs off him Bro had five hundred bags all in cash on him Man diss any of my people then I splash on him This MAC's on him, I crank on him and splash on him I bank on him, like two cars how I crash on him They chat vomit, this crack pot's got crack on it Get racks from it, I'm tryna put more stacks on it You rep your flats, is your flats on it? Get whacked on it Big man ting, I get big packs and stamp on it Get racks from it, I'm tryna put more stacks on it You rep your flats, is your flats on it? Get whacked on it Big man ting, I get big packs and stamp on it [Hook - Snap Capone] I could never beef on the net I'd rather go and squeeze on the TEC These niggas playing checkers, this is chess SVR Range, mind your steps I could never beef with a prick I'd rather go and squeeze on the stick On the opp block playing it SVR range with the tints