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Al Capone Lyrics
[Intro]
(Funk or Die)
Ayy
[Chorus: Skinny T]
The 40 cal'll probably go and bust a nigga cantaloupe
The bitch on Fremont, she tellin' camel toe
I used to hit house licks, we ran in random homes
Before her OnlyFans, she was on a camera phone
I can check the trap tonight, I don't need a loan
This opp nigga been dead so long, that nigga candles gone
She said her feet hurt, shit, I let her put her sandals on
This ain't the mafia but I came with Al Capone
[Verse 1: Skinny T]
This ain't the mafia, bro came with a tommy gun
Shit, I'm in Saks right now, I'm tryna knock tommy buns
We can't do a four blocks how he need his one
The bitch ate the whole dick up, she said she need the sons
The footprint center, we ball, nigga, like the Phoenix Suns
The footprint center, we ball, nigga, like a one-on-one
Bro pulled up with Rollie on, this shit a one-of-one
I could give a bitch one chance, that bitch one and done
She gon' break the tricks for everything, she just runnin' gun
I could jump out with a 50, that's just a honey bun
Cartier frames on my face, I'm still in the slums
The bitch fagged off, shit, fuck it, she still with the bums
[Chorus: Skinny T]
The 40 cal'll probably go and bust a nigga cantaloupe
The bitch on Fremont, she tellin' camel toe
I used to hit house licks, we ran in random homes
Before her OnlyFans, she was on a camera phone
I can check the trap tonight, I don't need a loan
This opp nigga been dead so long, that nigga candles gone
She said her feet hurt, shit, I let her put her sandals on
This ain't the mafia but I came with Al Capone
[Verse 2: RR]
Another opp died, what you think all them candles for?
Four-five-nine, yeah, I used to run in random homes
That nigga ate the cheese so I had to leave that man alone
Talkin' crazy to a bitch, I don't know where my manners go
Huh, or I don't know where my manners went
She give me trap and she don't know how to manage it
All-gold presi', I can't wait 'til she grab that bitch
No scary hoes, all my bitches is grabbin' shit
One-of-one Rollie, swear you niggas ain't havin' it
40 go boom if you thinkin' 'bout grabbin' this
Then go and check the hundred, nigga, you can go ask the bitch
Fuck around, kill a fan on the accident
[Chorus: Skinny T]
The 40 cal'll probably go and bust a nigga cantaloupe
The bitch on Fremont, she tellin' camel toe
I used to hit house licks, we ran in random homes
Before her OnlyFans, she was on a camera phone
I can check the trap tonight, I don't need a loan
This opp nigga been dead so long, that nigga candles gone
She said her feet hurt, shit, I let her put her sandals on
This ain't the mafia but I came with Al Capone