The Opening

Snap Capone, back in action
Clap the Mac-10, Headshot immaculate splashing
Impeccable fashion, Clap the magnum
Clap your captain, got hoes in Tooting
Bricks in Clapham, I'll wig a nigga
And clap his madam, hop out the wagon
Mink coat dragging, no beef you want mince or salad
Snap’s a savage, all my fucking shooters are callous
Catting's in catching, the big .45 is my cannon
I ain't no rapper, gun clapper
Unconvicted (shhhhhh)
I ain’t fucking heard of ya, what case you beat
What Ms you bust, what pricks you shot (who?)
You ain't never been in no duck, or hit no cells
The only thing you hit was girls, what clips you loaded
Tell me one nigga you stabbed, what you know about a stick and a brick in the cab
What you know about skipping bail and living in traps (huh!?)
I'm sick of these liars, I'll soon be retired
If its beef then we roll out in Michelin tires, and burning the bodies
And ripping out the teeth with pliers, free my nigga Psycho Zid
All my niggas got bodies, that's why they ain't wife no bitch
Ima still sell crack if I go leg', ima play her three times the lady like Lionel Rich
Snap Capone a boss I don't take no orders, me and Corleone cocaine importers
Went from stick up kids to drug enforcers, loco Mafioso
Gucci loafers, guns and roses got one
100 soldiers pull up in ghosts’, no chauffer whipping my own shit
I got crack in D, I do road with a mac on me
Turn your face into mac and cheese, stretch food get maximum P
Me and G in a GT, wrist on freeze my bitch on fleek
Top says Givenchy, Snap Capone high end trap in a mansion
Pull up in the i8 throwing a tantrum, kidnap your bitch and the kid for ransom
My inspiration Richard Branson, trap lord like Guy Fisher
Reekz gonna hit you second time if I miss ya, born broke but ima die richer
Runnin’ shit like diarrhoea, gave her more wood than Ikea
Pull up in the S-Class Coupe electric blue, only black nigga doing business with the zoos
Concrete jungle my hoods like a zoo, I don't talk beef you hear a click then boom boom
S7 zoom zoom, skirt skirt vroom vroom (uhh)
Warlord with a .44, I’ll let the tec sing like Boy George
I'm Scarface with a chainsaw, only bosses eat at the table
Trap brick shoot guns, soldiers on the new one
OT lines more deals than Groupon, crashed the Porsche Cayman
Fuck it get a new one, rule number one don't forget who put you on
Hit jail tried get bail within two months, dead solicitors get a new one (ayy)
Three man bang up or double cells, now I know how Nelson Mandela felt
Talking to myself but it never helps, I'm in deep water like Michael Phelps (yughh, uhh)
Fuck a chick I’ll ride this bird on my ones, the day at the star the end will be gone (uhh)
Real shit got real guns, real clips
Hop out, headshots the wheel spins
Still grim, I'm 2Pac ‘Above The Rim'
So grim, catch a nigga
Soak him, ghost him
When it comes to work I put the most in, Capone!