100 Shotz - DigDat, Snap Capone

Snap Capone!

My cocaine lookin' like powder

In the mix like Tiffany Calver

Might just do it on the back street (Slay Products)

Wet a nigga like a shower

The Day-Date yellow

Excuse me miss, arse lookin' like J-Lo

Head shot, give a boy halo

Snap, huncho, no Quavo

Made in the manor like Kano

Two cats in the side

Richard and Mike

Lick it on the main road

Snap is back

Strapped with double waps

Your homie gettin' tax

Loves gone like Michael Jack'

Big jacket, Michael Dap'

I can’t how many pebs, got a mouth full

Anytime I walk through county council

Rusty peddle bike chain for my runners

You know who they’re servin' it out to

Came through, another chain on my neck

But she looked at me crazy when I was low

You know I just came for head

But wanna talk feelings, I don’t do those

You don’t know 'bout bad days

I was banged up, little bars on my bed frame

Had me in hell

Ramadan, had my kettle and a flask

I was really tryna fast them days as well

I don’t really wanna take his bitch

But I bet if I look she stops

And when I get dressed, put my knife on first

Then after I’m puttin' on socks

I came out of jail, hopped in a Phantom

My life expensive

Bitch, don’t kill my vibe

Came through lookin' like Kendrick

Still try sell me a ten bit

Audi, Beamers and Benz’s

Snap, I’m the king of the trenches

If I damage his face, can’t mend it

Tell him, «don't be dumb, you don’t wanna act silly»

Knife to your cheek, get his buck tricky

Nineteen, Glock 19, big handle, VV’s lit like candles

And I can’t even trust me a soul these days

When I don’t know them boy’s angle

When I was on the wing with my hair all picky

In sandles, single plaits gettin' tangled

It came with a scope

It came with a bone

I shoot like Wick

Hundred shots for 'em both

It came in whole

Flake in my bowl, I’m scrapin' the coke

She my favourite hoe

Met her in a rave, I ain’t datin' it, no, no

It came with a scope

It came with a bone

I shoot like Wick

Hundred shots for 'em both

It came in whole

Flake in my bowl, I’m scrapin' the coke

She my favourite hoe

Met her in a rave, I ain’t takin' her home

The coupe is black

But the seats same colour as mayo

My buj from Pakistan

My coke, I get it from Dayo

I don’t fight with this chrome .45

Just left that boy KO’d

Pull up with two shooters in two blacked out Mondeo’s

I don’t want no fist fights, it ain’t school days

Spill a man’s juice like I dropped my Kool-Aid

Came up council flat, had to out this pack in the hallway

I need me a new Day-Date with a small face

And I still got a next court case

Ask mummy, I was gettin' it always

Grey wooly hat, black North Face

It came with a scope

It came with a bone

I shoot like Wick

Hundred shots for 'em both

It came in whole

Flake in my bowl, I’m scrapin' the coke

She my favourite hoe

Met her in a rave, I ain’t takin' her home