Snap Capone - Nothing Personal (Part 2) lyrics

[Verse 1:Snap Capone] Paramedics on the scene trying to close 'im up Golden shells, load it in this golden gun n***as turnt G's since when Ak The AR break his neck and make his neck snap(cala**) I'm rolling round with Zish n***a f** police(Zish) Look, he can get 5 from the [FN-3?](boom!) I left school, no dough, had to trap hard Now my slate of budge is flatter than a bank card(oh lord!) Never judge a book from a cover, read the whole book This c**aine's whiter than George Bush(Let's go!) I remix work, turn one to three(one to three!) This big .45 is my bestie(my bestfriend) I don't do love, I need a straight freak Free [Brienne Weave?]b**h come taste me(give me blows) I'm weaving in that two door wavy(skeet) I'm just trying to beat then I'm Swayze(I'm good) I'm talking persian rugs in the penthouse(In the penthouse) I'm just haps that they let young spen out(Spen!) They call us AMG boys, we get the benz out(Mercedes Benz) Ray ban shades, I ain't slept in days(Ok) Counting up this money till my head aches In the cut playing fabulous, so tapes n***a f** a rap career, I'm drug dealing(drug dealing) In an S-Cla** with a suede ceiling In the Dorchester hotels where we hold our meetings f** these f**boys, we ain't seeing even These n***as ain't G's, they're some boys for me I was shooting guns You was watching Toy Story(Real Talk) My name should be guns like the boy Cory(Cory Gunz) I've got more than a thousand war stories Let a n***a stunt, he can make the news Mummies boy's dead, should of stayed in school All I know is murder, I don't know the difference(that's all I know) With the toast I get real close, let the burner kiss him(mwah) Break down bricks, I don't do karate I could teach you how to do san, Mr. Miyagi(Daniel San) Have the MAC-10 spray easy Miyagi(brrrra) b**hes calling me papi from London straight to Miami Last weeks swag cost a salary The tec singing like Amy Winehouse, Valerie I f**ed all my girls friends, now she's mad at me(madness) Look, I carry heat and spit rapidly Ugh, talk tough you'll be chalked up Throat shots will hit a n***a close up In the sauna , n***a balling, Adrien Broner Casino lifestyle n***a playing poker Rip my n***as, n***a, free my n***as Chinchilla jacket n***as, f** them other n***as(f** 'em all) b**hes talking [?] and red bottoms Spending that n***as P's 'cause you know the feds got him Want to put a stop to my shine, like a set of curtains The tre shoot or the semi burst 'em I'm bad-boy Snap, I'll blaze any person I'll shoot him out his skin about I'm moving nervous