All We Talk - Snap Capone, Stardom, Young Marv

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?)

Fuck 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 bitch 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

Fuck 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, motherfucker that’s a brick

I got that dark girl and a caucasian bitch

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