Free the Guys by Snap Capone
Free the Guys by Snap Capone

Free the Guys

Snap Capone * Track #12 On Return of the Shooter 2

Free the Guys Lyrics

[Verse]
Load of shells, put the MAC clip in
Somersaults, backflipping
I ain't rapping but the MAC spitting
Fingers getting cut if there's racks missing
I'm with a boujee bitch, ain't nothing new
Big face Roley cost thirty-two
Nutty got a thirty at twenty-two
I told my nigga that I've got him, we're gon' see this through
GTS four-door, Mercedes boys
Likkle fish Tyreese, baby boys
Pushing weight, no David Lloyd
Getting bricks from my Asian boy
I don't rap, I bang and I kill dudes
I'm Chris Breezy with the ill moves
You kill one of mine, we gon' kill two
Free Little Zee, that's an ill dude
Look, I don't give a fuck about a sentence bro
When you were sucking titties I was getting dough
When you was at home I was doing road
If these rap niggas real then I'm realer bro
I ain't got a gang, just a few niggas
Some niggas died but they're still with us
Sometimes you've gotta lose to become winners
My nigga, my niggas
£100K, I've got that stack nice
Astaghfirullah, I'll wet him till he's baptised
Whip a brick like a Qashqai
And keep sticks like a blind guy
What d'you know about sitting up in jail when your dad dies?
Not nice, you only get one life
Coming through like a Rabbi
Black hat, black coat, gonna take a black life
Where I'm from, don't shit change
You hit the strip and make a quick change
Fuck a coupe, bought a big Range
Big .44 playing kiss chase
I only show respect if you show it back
If you're sending shots imma throw 'em back
I ain't talking metaphorically
Snap Capone only stating facts
Fuck a game, this is real life
No scaffolding, bring the steel pipes
Judge gave me six years, I'll be alright
I know niggas never coming home, real life
No peace for a street nigga
I ain't had sleep in a week nigga
Yeah he's big but he's weak nigga
Has he got heart? We gon' see nigga
Pepsi Blue on a new drop
Still link Corleone at New Cross
Why the fuck are all these yutes cross?
Now you tell me whose crew's washed
Shoot first before I blink twice
I don't drink champs or pink Sprite
I'm in the kitchen till the brick's right
The trap looking like a pigsty

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