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letra de four summers - snap capone

[verse]
fresh home from jail, completed four summers
calling for a meeting if the n-gga’s talking numbers
n-gga i ain’t greedy, i feed all my youngers
the n-gga robbed my gun so i shot him in the stomach
that was back then, fast-forward now
shove £100k in a large gucci pouch
i love my n-gga twiggz, we’re two k!llers from the south
i bought a glock with a whistle, it don’t make a sound
put your hands on my skin in jail and you’d be dead on road
phantom ghost, irregular pose
cracking skull, they call me snap capone
how you think i got my name?
i turn a sunny day grey, fifty shades
ap that’s my big bro, he whipped it till his wrist broke
always taking risks bro
life’s deep so i dig a stick on me like a sticker
chest shot split his liver
the way you rap, you are not that n-gga
reekz load the gun while i get the dinger
while you was busy stunting on the gram
i was making thousands from the can
rolling round with demon, trips to new zealand
chick puerto rican, my swag in season
coke in your region, hoes up in neasden
snap far from lenient, my gun obedient
i know a n-gga caught a body then he turned to christ
i caught my first body, had to do it twice
get caught, that’s thirty-five if you don’t do it right
my younger’s tryna catch two a night
they’ve got my n-gga nutty in confinement
new plug dropping ten on consignment
i don’t feel that n-gga, he’s a sideman
tryna get this coke over like a migrant
gotta up the price if you want it on an arm
i’m still with my muslim brothers, snap like saddam
i’ve got a new link and the nina was the samps
these bricks from dam but they’re coming through france
i could always tell if the client was an undy
me and gus, nine months, caught a mill up in country
n-ggas want beef, it’s going down like a bungee
to walk in my shoes you’re gonna have to spend a monkey
it’s dior jeans but the top’s balmain
that b-tch is my side but you’ve gotta add your main
gus that’s my brother, knows the code to my safe
if you violate tem, that’s a hole in your face
listening to r.a., me and my compadres
did sh-t the hard way, in the glc pushing class a
feds stop skrr, that’s a car chase
more guns than an arcade, chest shot make his heart break
free my little bros riding thirty life
i check n-ggas like the burberry stripe
could’ve got lifed off, all praise to my god
gun ripped like a tight top
ride-outs, switch him off, ride off
write-off, nine pops, life lost, minus
beam in his eyes like cyclops, head shot scr-pe his high-top
squeeze the trigger like eye drops

- snap capone

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