Snap Capone - Nothing Personal (Part one) lyrics

[Verse 1:Snap Capone] In that CLA talking mad greaze It's headshots when I slap these Guns in my pocket like some house keys I'll shoot the whole strip then I'm outie I know the feds wanna Mark Duggan me But I stay with my stick still ducking D's Got some fresh dots, rettas and some fresh Glocks I know the plug, I phone him up "I need ten box"(ten boxes) If they send subliminals we'll send ten shots n***as gone mad f**ing round with me(crazy) The AK down my legs real casually Cause a casualty redrum catastrophe I'm whipping up food, this ain't scrambled eggs The budge same colour as Malcolm X I'm in the X4 talking coke prices Gonna rob the lick if the price rises I make the heat rise like the f**ing climate(rise it up) Thirty shots to his chest, leave him lifeless In the kitchen whipping chicken tennessee A half a chicken, n***a that's eleven G's(half a brick) 550 Shoes b**h st.laurents(ok ok ok ok) If she see this money, I bet she comes ("bet she gonna come) I'm going to f** these b**hes... one by one(get in line) I'm strapped with this big terminator gun(yeurghhh) My n***as doing life, I'm still optimistic(free my n***as) You've never caught a body, let's be realistic(let's be real) If a body got dropped, you know I did it(SNAP CAPONE!) From Pecky to Wooly, they know I blow my biscuit(OK!) I don't rate man, the tre wave spray man I tan skin, spray tan, I'm a grave man(Cala**) The Mossberg pump, that's the broomstick(that's the broomstick) One dump chump, you'll be wounded(boom) Look, I was in jail riding stiff time(I was in jail) Now it's eighteen carat gold on my wristline(styling) I'll send one hundred shells when it's stick time(boom boom boom) The MAC turn your face into fragments I only speak money, I don't know broke language Getting head in that pearl white Aston Vanquish(Aston Martin) Your n***a got merced, never ride for him My stick foreign, whip foreign, chick foreign Dick blowin Wrist glowin Make a k**ing off that white girl Pistorius (Oscar) Counting up racks, free older snap Free Nuttie too The slug will split your mind in two I'm a banger on my ones, I don't need no crew You'll be hooked to tubes When the uzi booms n***as say it's beef, so I'm loading up Look, I could have his chest all opened up