Lyrics

[Verse] Trap house, imma whip a box My trigger finger itching like it's chicken pox I'll shoot the HK and make him milly rock The beef ain't dead until that nigga drops Had me up in jail watching narcos, Snap Capone get it like Marlow. Bad b, lighty up in harlow Nigga talking guns, got a car load The only time i cried is when my dad died Wallahi he gone dye you from the other side I put that on my mother and daughters life Leave the bloody scene with a bloody knife I'll put you in the air, you ever paraglide? Or i shoot him 10 times and leave him paralysed New Tec-9 with the kill switch. I can send you on a journey, pilgrimage In that jail house all we ate is pilchards Tell the judge i'm sorry tryna milk it When you're in that box when you realise, who gone ride you? Who's telling lies? Tryna stretch work, tryna maximise All day whipping and wrapping pies You can see the duppy in the killers eyes Had to kill that witness now my nigga nice Ain't nothing sweet, just a dirty life Niggas dying daily and mothers crying Me and my nigga pinky up in stockholm jail Tryna make a 100 reps before that prison meal Snap a real nigga, What you couldn't tell? I'd've stab, shot niggas they ain't ringing bells Imma lift this skirt he's a bitch Caught first case and he snitched Ahk grab me the K and a clip Imma make his forehead do the splits My hood's banging, don't slip without I got all these niggas shook like a haunted house Over here shit is consistent, we don't see the drought Bring the Tec, bring the 9 for the walkabouts New Bentley coupe on the wish list Nigga your wife is my mistress Put your car in the air kwik fit Saw the brick, make a drink, that's a quick 6 Put the gun to your face like it's tribal marks Imma kill him for sly remarks Patron Capone, god father Corleone Cut his warrant got more traps than home alone I don't talk beef, i just blow the chrome Chest shot, don't die you'll be comatose I don't give a fuck what the streets say If it's beef, i want it filled like PK My main chick Cekira got a sweet face Them hips never lie, that's what she says Free my niggas in them cells boy Pecknam, trapstar, del boy And watch out for that jail boy She's a honey trap, she gone get you shelled boy I turn your strip into Palestine And watch my gun perform like a pantomime An enemy is a paigon, not a friend of mine Riding out, i did that shit a thousand times, capone Tryna get it like i'm pablo No heart Snap, colder than a ice pole I can run up on a nigga, on the side road All for just gassing like nitro New Q7, colour white snow Inside interior darker than charcoal Patron, i'm a narco The trap is my bible Guns on a rival Sniper with a rifle I live by my name, that's Capone I heard snap has crushed many niggas bones Tell your niggas you ain't coming home I'm from the roads and niggas are dying for that dough Ski mask, gloves on My gun sounds sweeter than a love song Riding shotgun, with a shotgun Headshot, next shot, chest shot then next shot, headshot guaranteed ripping niggas head off I'm from a place where you show arms like a vest top