Lyrics

[Intro - Corleone & Snap Capone] It's nothing personal, we'll cock it back and jerk the tool If it's beef we'll call it on then we'll merk them all It's nothing personal, it's nuttin nothing personal It's nothing personal, it's nuttin nothing personal [Verse 1 - Corleone] Ain't nobody hard as me, all my killers hard to please Chopping bodies, could have been a carvery The corn will have to pardon me, machines on me, the armory So grey I can take on any Gaza beef All my bros salaaming me from Ghetto to the Narm it's peak You rappers ain't half of me, me and Snap, don't par with me Red leather Lag's on feet, red sweater, half a G Best bredda, ask for me, dead rappers hassle me Us rappers hard to beat, actors ain't on par with me My West akhs will blast your Jeep, brotherhood's the heart of beef Fuck about with stars on street, bullets through your heart and teeth Muck about, darts will leap, bullets through your ass and cheek Intent to supply, getting bread off the pies See the death in my eyes? Feel the death in my nine Kegs of that white, feds wanna cry Want me dead on the sly, in the pen gone for life With a skeng till I die, don't mention my guys The tension will rise, I'll dead them for smiles A ped or a bike, I'll definitely ride Legged in the pie, wet them with rye I'm about to kick it off, any prick I'll pick him off Ricky's got them bricks of soft, if you're picky then I'll tick you off I could never miss a loss, get a brick and whip a box All they do is sit and watch, we get rich and piss em off Chilled with a Roley on, I'm hella blowing corn Bricks of buj, how Bobby does you know I'm on Bitches love the Donkey Kong, giving them that wonky long Back ways, I'll fuck em then I'll send em on I'm a cold villain on the roads living Got the chrome spinning, I can have your dome (whey, whey) You know we're cold killers, you niggas ain't killers Who you tryna fool? Corleone is a (whey, whey) [Hook - Corleone & Snap Capone] It's nothing personal, we'll cock it back and jerk the tool If it's beef we'll call it on then we'll merk them all It's nothing personal, it's nuttin nothing personal It's nothing personal, it's nuttin nothing personal It's nothing personal, we'll cock it back and jerk the tool If it's beef we'll call it on then we'll merk them all It's nothing personal, it's nuttin nothing personal It's nothing personal, it's nuttin nothing personal [Verse 2 - Snap Capone] Swerving in the Range invading the jakes Silk bathrobe, suede on the drapes It's business over pleasure, we ain't fucking mates I'll take you niggas out, that's a date with death I stay strapped with my gun, that's a safety step Asian connectt, they more than collect In drama I'm as calm as it gets Palm on the TEC, Snap Capone Me and G making G's from a single phone Counting up P's nigga nearly home Vivienne Westwood everything Shoot the Glock twenty-one until I break the firing pin Niggas hate me in my own hood I'm strapped with the MAC, let them niggas know I'm local One body, two body, three body, four bodies Killer squad, we need some more bodies I'll shoot him in his face, he'll be so sorry Niggas talking guns, they ain't squeezed yet I let my gun talk till it's speechless Turn dude into corpse, body in the morgue, nigga mind your business Got honey like a bee's nest, I don't need no G check Crazy like Moschino, Vivienne V-neck Eediat, CLA Mercedes keyless Shout out my gangbangers in Manchester I'll get a nigga killed from a hand gesture Free my nigga Django, miss Tiny Nutty Fuck these little pricks, I don't want them round me Fuck all these bitches, I don't want them round me Big dirty pumpy, hundred shells round me Only killers, drug dealers, my niggas killing these niggas I send ten in a nigga, I'm telling you nigga My pinky ring glowing like a UFO [Hook - Corleone & Snap Capone] It's nothing personal, we'll cock it back and jerk the tool If it's beef we'll call it on then we'll merk them all It's nothing personal, it's nuttin nothing personal It's nothing personal, it's nuttin nothing personal It's nothing personal, we'll cock it back and jerk the tool If it's beef we'll call it on then we'll merk them all It's nothing personal, it's nuttin nothing personal It's nothing personal, it's nuttin nothing personal