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letra de the shooter - snap capone

[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 n-gga drops
had me up in jail watching narcos, snap capone get it like marlow. bad b, lighty up in harlow
n-gga 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 bl–dy scene with a bl–dy 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 k!ll 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 k!llers eyes
had to k!ll that witness now my n-gga nice
ain’t nothing sweet, just a dirty life
n-ggas dying daily and mothers crying
me and my n-gga pinky up in stockholm jail
tryna make a 100 reps before that prison meal
snap a real n-gga, what you couldn’t tell? i’d’ve stab, shot n-ggas they ain’t ringing bells
imma lift this skirt he’s a b-tch
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 n-ggas shook like a haunted house
over here sh-t is consistent, we don’t see the drought
bring the tec, bring the 9 for the walkabouts
new bentley coupe on the wish list
n-gga 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 k!ll 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 f-ck 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 n-ggas in them cells boy
pecknam, trapstar, del boy
and watch out for that jail boy
she’s a honey trap, she gone get you sh-lled 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 sh-t 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 n-gga, 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 n-ggas bones
tell your n-ggas you ain’t coming home
i’m from the roads and n-ggas 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 n-ggas head off
i’m from a place where you show arms like a vest top

- snap capone

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