Stardom - All We Talk lyrics

Young Marv- When we press on a stick Leave slugs in your chest like a bib Rolling shotgun with a flexible chick Let me book a flight And go for a flexible dip(and) Oh yeah thats a flexible trip(tell em) Manna run up leave your hands in the sky Suttin like a festival chick Dont slip like your treading on thin ice Burst fire cuz i swerve like a drink drive With snap They dont want beef They're chicken no sidebreast War who? You're a fugee no wyclef(get it?) f** being broke Go to work with a raw and a pyrex Dont move right then you'll die left Faceshot leave him eyeless Got the white girl, Ms Osbourne ........................... All my dogs bark, we ain't talking no lockjaws Started from the bottom Now i look down from the top floor I don't wanna talk, i don't do tongue wars Count me in the field there's gun war These N'ggas tweet sh*t, look i don't want a thumb war They're on my dick 'cuz i'm popular Came in the rap game Looking for a stay like a foreigner But this is a hobby got boxes like curry'a Dark skinned with a few tats, I ain't got the gun I'll stick it in his arm like a flu jab She used her teeth i told her don't do that We mix that getting food back I'm dialling my plug when i get down to my last few packs All eyes on me got me feeling like a 2Pac If i shoot, let your soul rest like a shoe rack (Hook) Snap Capone- All we talk is that murder Always strapped with that burner 6 bags for a AK 3 bags for that burger AMG when i swerve off b'tch Burberry shirt take your shirt off b'tch Old school meet me up in burgers b'tch 'Cuz that long nose leave you swiss beats Turn a n'gga into swiss cheese Shots land, dizzy Headshot boy in the corner, dizzy Turn a n'gga into swiss cheese Shots land, dizzy Headshot boy in the corner, dizzy Stardom- Black n'gga, selling white 38 special i don't need to fight Rest when i'm dead i don't sleep at night Seen man get brushed with the teet' and die No lies, check the CV With EV Driving round in the TT Budge TT, bad b'tch feed me 'til it goes back hard shes greezy Im greedy im adult speeding Never too far if they move neaky Don't get him white like my colgate airforce Cocaine link say no names Pyrex, came direct I make 9's stretch fly like pilots What i just done could have got a nice stretch I'm in a hotel Browning, nice breasts And he get his weight no biceps H on my waist, wrapped with the 96 Gold rolley, so you know what the time is Fake n'ggas don't know what crime is Counting money in the whip Screaming f'ck the judge Sales love the grub Just landed 2 box of Budge Counting money with Snap Gun upon my lap Bad b**h in back A n'gga just came out the trap (Hook) Snap Capone- All we talk is that murder Always strapped with that burner 6 bags for that AK 3 bags for that burger AMG when i swerve off b'tch Burberry shirt take your shirt off b'tch Old school meet me up in burgers b'tch Cuz that long nose leave you swiss beats Turn a n'gga into swiss cheese Shots land, dizzy Headshot boy in the corner, dizzy Turn a n'gga into swiss cheese Shots land, dizzy Headshot boy in the corner, dizzy Snap Capone- Red Rum Body on my Smith & 50 shells all in his Wigan Vivienne Westwood on my feet Leather jacket, Alexander Mcqueen N'ggas ain't trappers they're some good rappers N'ggas ain't bangers they're some good actors The tray banger make him dance like MC Hammer I'm Snap Capone baby Comment tu appelle f** the judge free my n'gga Ls Me and Stardom ride around with sticks All you n'ggas riding round with pricks I got a kilo, motherf**er that's a brick I got that dark girl and a caucasian b**h Im with Beegee rolling round with GB Snap Capone light up the place, ET Big 45 round all sweeties Then i'm off in that new 'cedes TT