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[Verse 1 - Snap Capone] Alone in a crib with a chrome and a brick I'ma shoot a nigga if he's fucking with my chick Make a nigga disappear, they think I'm doing tricks They're comparing me to Derren Brown Magician, religious spirit I know some juju niggas in Mauritius I tell her hold this on road bitch Two twin sisters and they're both tick Grown man swag, Gucci loafers I put the coke in the water like a dolphin Then serve it up to the dope fiends And watch them take a shot like coffee I'm in the A fizzy looking low-key I get busy with the nizzy, nigga go sleep Shoot him like a film and I'm the director .38 chrome and a black Heckler [Verse 2 - Lil Zee] I don't need the green lights to go on niggas Real talk I'ma show these niggas You ain't gotta worry bout the size g, you know it's bigger Nothing ain't changed but my stack and the amount of straps I'm out late with this four fizzy on my lap Six in the tray, we've got sticks for days Shells sit in your face when the stick gets raised I ain't shooting for fun When I shoot I'm really tryna catch a M1 I ain't down with them comebacks I'm throwing sweets rapid and he ain't gonna come back I remember days on the wing Knocking out niggas, now I'm out with this thing Tryna rob man's figures I remember days with my bro Midge I ain't seen him since the day he done the poking [Verse 3 - Ace] I've been on the trap making mine thicker My fiends say it's peng, they don't need pictures We're all unruly, we're all young, we'll come and air something My team's too official, they don't fear nothing I was flat on my face till I copped the onion Now these onions keep coming in and the line's blowing I'm having thoughts of Maybach's and big Range's I'm having thoughts of seeing him in the newspaper These niggas think they're balling, they ain't seen paper Hard nights with the OZ's and one razor My phone line's ringing, I don't need bitches I'd rather sit in the trap house and count figures They've got my nigga sitting doing double digits Still I'm on the grind making mine flip Power up the shell, I'll make your man switch These niggas sending others to the lifers