Nothing Personal

[Intro - Corleone & Snap Capone]
It's nothing personal, we'll cock it back and jerk the tool
If it's beef we'll call it on then we'll merk them all
It's nothing personal, it's nuttin nothing personal
It's nothing personal, it's nuttin nothing personal

[Verse 1 - Corleone]
Ain't nobody hard as me, all my killers hard to please
Chopping bodies, could have been a carvery
The corn will have to pardon me, machines on me, the armory
So grey I can take on any Gaza beef
All my bros salaaming me from Ghetto to the Narm it's peak
You rappers ain't half of me, me and Snap, don't par with me
Red leather Lag's on feet, red sweater, half a G
Best bredda, ask for me, dead rappers hassle me
Us rappers hard to beat, actors ain't on par with me
My West akhs will blast your Jeep, brotherhood's the heart of beef
Fuck about with stars on street, bullets through your heart and teeth
Muck about, darts will leap, bullets through your ass and cheek
Intent to supply, getting bread off the pies
See the death in my eyes? Feel the death in my nine
Kegs of that white, feds wanna cry
Want me dead on the sly, in the pen gone for life
With a skeng till I die, don't mention my guys
The tension will rise, I'll dead them for smiles
A ped or a bike, I'll definitely ride
Legged in the pie, wet them with rye
I'm about to kick it off, any prick I'll pick him off
Ricky's got them bricks of soft, if you're picky then I'll tick you off
I could never miss a loss, get a brick and whip a box
All they do is sit and watch, we get rich and piss em off
Chilled with a Roley on, I'm hella blowing corn
Bricks of buj, how Bobby does you know I'm on
Bitches love the Donkey Kong, giving them that wonky long
Back ways, I'll fuck em then I'll send em on
I'm a cold villain on the roads living
Got the chrome spinning, I can have your dome (whey, whey)
You know we're cold killers, you niggas ain't killers
Who you tryna fool? Corleone is a (whey, whey)

[Hook - Corleone & Snap Capone]
It's nothing personal, we'll cock it back and jerk the tool
If it's beef we'll call it on then we'll merk them all
It's nothing personal, it's nuttin nothing personal
It's nothing personal, it's nuttin nothing personal
It's nothing personal, we'll cock it back and jerk the tool
If it's beef we'll call it on then we'll merk them all
It's nothing personal, it's nuttin nothing personal
It's nothing personal, it's nuttin nothing personal

[Verse 2 - Snap Capone]
Swerving in the Range invading the jakes
Silk bathrobe, suede on the drapes
It's business over pleasure, we ain't fucking mates
I'll take you niggas out, that's a date with death
I stay strapped with my gun, that's a safety step
Asian connectt, they more than collect
In drama I'm as calm as it gets
Palm on the TEC, Snap Capone
Me and G making G's from a single phone
Counting up P's nigga nearly home
Vivienne Westwood everything
Shoot the Glock twenty-one until I break the firing pin
Niggas hate me in my own hood
I'm strapped with the MAC, let them niggas know I'm local
One body, two body, three body, four bodies
Killer squad, we need some more bodies
I'll shoot him in his face, he'll be so sorry
Niggas talking guns, they ain't squeezed yet
I let my gun talk till it's speechless
Turn dude into corpse, body in the morgue, nigga mind your business
Got honey like a bee's nest, I don't need no G check
Crazy like Moschino, Vivienne V-neck
Eediat, CLA Mercedes keyless
Shout out my gangbangers in Manchester
I'll get a nigga killed from a hand gesture
Free my nigga Django, miss Tiny Nutty
Fuck these little pricks, I don't want them round me
Fuck all these bitches, I don't want them round me
Big dirty pumpy, hundred shells round me
Only killers, drug dealers, my niggas killing these niggas
I send ten in a nigga, I'm telling you nigga
My pinky ring glowing like a UFO

[Hook - Corleone & Snap Capone]
It's nothing personal, we'll cock it back and jerk the tool
If it's beef we'll call it on then we'll merk them all
It's nothing personal, it's nuttin nothing personal
It's nothing personal, it's nuttin nothing personal
It's nothing personal, we'll cock it back and jerk the tool
If it's beef we'll call it on then we'll merk them all
It's nothing personal, it's nuttin nothing personal
It's nothing personal, it's nuttin nothing personal