Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Snap Capone] Press then eject, left with a sket Audermars Roleys, wet the Patek This gun is my trophy, excellent skeng Up close and personal, spray it like it's dench Nigga I'm a gang banger, crack slanger, wife banger, bandana My manor, chrome hammer, .44 oh mazza Skrr in the old banger No fork, cut the coke with a coat hanger Two tone Roley, strap Jubilee Snap Capone a killer, yeah it's true indeed Niggas want me dead, that ain't new to me All my niggas ready, let the war proceed I had to hit her twice then I ditched that This coke whiter than Mick Jag' This whole brick came gift wrapped I specialise in murders and kidnaps [Hook - Snap Capone] Flying OT, G's, packs and scores Had to get that P now the tee says Dior A nigga try and reach, imma turn him to a corpse S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s Flying OT, G's, packs and scores Had to get that P now the tee says Dior A nigga try and reach, imma turn him to a corpse S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s [Verse 2 - Stardom] I heard they wanna put me in a coffin Rimz, S, me, three G's like Golovkin They killed my darg, I want revenge, I'm John Wick I'll shoot you on the spot and hit it top bins Talented, I could've been a surgeon I just put five bricks in a German Doing drive-by's for recreational purposes Get the drop, I'll drop 'em like a Percocet [?] Slim ting, I flew her out to Turkey With the BBL and now she curvy I used to keep my burner in the bin shed We ain't squashing no beef until that kid's dead Pole hoes, more men than a minibus Bad boy, Big and Puff Capping, ain't as real as us O.T. bopping like NSG Dopeboy trophy, rose gold Patek Phillippe [Hook - Snap Capone] Flying OT, G's, packs and scores Had to get that P now the tee says Dior A nigga try and reach, imma turn him to a corpse S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s Flying OT, G's, packs and scores Had to get that P now the tee says Dior A nigga try and reach, imma turn him to a corpse S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s [Verse 3 - Rimzee] In that T-House all night and all day I feel like Berna with this yay I started with an eighth Thirty-five for the white girl, twelve for the dirty Got hustlin' in my jeans, Michael Amiri Counting new dough with the same chick I was broke with L-shaped sofas, L.V. loafers Three-hundred for the tee, just to say D&G Thirty in the Z I got it in this house, Ali G They laughed when I pulled up on my moped I missed the ninth sale cause I don't come until road check Tales of a kala, they say it's bad karma Gaucho sea bass fillets with my partner I was broke and bummy till I started shotting dutty Hand-to-hand sales, I was hitting 'em like Murray You know hanging on the blow I was a lame Until a buyer introduced me to the game [Hook - Snap Capone] Flying OT, G's, packs and scores Had to get that P now the tee says Dior A nigga try and reach, imma turn him to a corpse S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s Flying OT, G's, packs and scores Had to get that P now the tee says Dior A nigga try and reach, imma turn him to a corpse S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s