Ali Bombaya by Snap Capone (Ft. Ace (Rap) & Lil Zee)
Ali Bombaya by Snap Capone (Ft. Ace (Rap) & Lil Zee)

Ali Bombaya

Snap Capone & Ace (Rap) & Lil Zee * Track #3 On The Memoir

Ali Bombaya Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Snap Capone]
Alone in a crib with a chrome and a brick
I'ma shoot a nigga if he's fucking with my chick
Make a nigga disappear, they think I'm doing tricks
They're comparing me to Derren Brown
Magician, religious spirit
I know some juju niggas in Mauritius
I tell her hold this on road bitch
Two twin sisters and they're both tick
Grown man swag, Gucci loafers
I put the coke in the water like a dolphin
Then serve it up to the dope fiends
And watch them take a shot like coffee
I'm in the A fizzy looking low-key
I get busy with the nizzy, nigga go sleep
Shoot him like a film and I'm the director
.38 chrome and a black Heckler

[Verse 2 - Lil Zee]
I don't need the green lights to go on niggas
Real talk I'ma show these niggas
You ain't gotta worry bout the size g, you know it's bigger
Nothing ain't changed but my stack and the amount of straps
I'm out late with this four fizzy on my lap
Six in the tray, we've got sticks for days
Shells sit in your face when the stick gets raised
I ain't shooting for fun
When I shoot I'm really tryna catch a M1
I ain't down with them comebacks
I'm throwing sweets rapid and he ain't gonna come back
I remember days on the wing
Knocking out niggas, now I'm out with this thing
Tryna rob man's figures
I remember days with my bro Midge
I ain't seen him since the day he done the poking

[Verse 3 - Ace]
I've been on the trap making mine thicker
My fiends say it's peng, they don't need pictures
We're all unruly, we're all young, we'll come and air something
My team's too official, they don't fear nothing
I was flat on my face till I copped the onion
Now these onions keep coming in and the line's blowing
I'm having thoughts of Maybach's and big Range's
I'm having thoughts of seeing him in the newspaper
These niggas think they're balling, they ain't seen paper
Hard nights with the OZ's and one razor
My phone line's ringing, I don't need bitches
I'd rather sit in the trap house and count figures
They've got my nigga sitting doing double digits
Still I'm on the grind making mine flip
Power up the shell, I'll make your man switch
These niggas sending others to the lifers

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