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Al Capone

by Hoodboy scott x Vinyl Dxor

[Intro: Kat Williams]

𝙾𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝙾𝚄𝙷𝙱𝙾𝚈 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗'

[Hook: hoodboy scott]
Steady locked in it's just me and the gang
Hot box the booth and we smelling like dank
Nuclear we finna blow like we hitting the bank
Been keepin' it one hunnid we ain't here for the cap
Man on God I'm being honest, I'm here for the paper not friends swear I'm avoiding pretense
Young nigga been distant since way, ain't here to surf waves so on God yeah I'm here until the end

[Verse 1: hoodboy scott]
Its that paper chase ignore the hatе fuck the fame
(Man I'm in it for the richеs)
Heard that snakes hiss, birds chip a lot of shit
(Gotta mind my own business)
Man they used to doubt, that a nigga would make it
You talking racks, while I'm out here chasing
Still the same nigga, and on God I ain't changing
Man I can't switch, like how Bruce went Caitlin
I hear he a God, oh shit so blasphemy
Guess I'm an Agnostic, your shit a fallacy
They murder for clout, oh shit is so callously
Fridge full of pink like I done copped a pharmacy
Man I wan' a yellow lambo with no rooftop
Yeah diamond grillz finna drip talk
I'm talking icy wrist mahn no tik tok
Get money like I work at the strip club

[Hook: hoodboy scott]
Steady locked in it's just me and the gang
Hot box the booth and we smelling like dank
Nuclear we finna blow like we hitting the bank
Been keepin' it one hunnid we ain't here for the cap
Man on God I'm being honest, I'm here for the paper not friends swear I'm avoiding pretense
Young nigga been distant since way, ain't here to surf waves so on God yeah I'm here until the end

[Verse 2: Vinyl Dxor]
Steady on lockdown, look down
Now you at the top, ain't staring at the roof now
Tudar man Buda man Please don't pull up in my hood with the same old hoodie man
Keep it one hunnid never swurve, if you talking add money in money in the topic
Sense trouble if you stepping in my turf, gotta pay and there ain't no deposit
I fell in love the music I know that it's feeling the same
Don't even try to confuse it, I get it, I wasn't gone make it this far by myself
I got the game in a stroke case
This ain't a game it's a cold case
I wanna move with my own pace
But some of you niggas just give face

[Hook: hoodboy scott]
Steady locked in it's just me and the gang
Hot box the booth and we smelling like dank
Nuclear we finna blow like we hitting the bank
Been keepin' it one hunnid we ain't here for the cap
Man on God I'm being honest, I'm here for the paper not friends swear I'm avoiding pretense
Young nigga been distant since way, ain't here to surf waves so on God yeah I'm here until the end