Текст песни All We Talk - Snap Capone, Stardom, Young Marv

All We Talk

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