Al Capone

(The thing', the cone)
(Money in drone')
(Gasoline, don't clone us)

I don't have cheerleaders in my circle, where are your pom-poms?
I don't believe your rap if you don't live any of what you compose
Four million in the safe only in Pokémon cards
Since I was a kid, I've been breaking rhythms, booty, asses, and hearts
No suck-ups in my circle
Zero dicks, I don't want any connection
We're four in the vehicle
Everything's squared off like a cubicle
So much money that it's ridiculous
This movie doesn't stop, it has no title
I smoke Piccolo Backwoods
Hey, hey

The thing', the cone
Money in drone'
Gasoline, don't clone us
The thing', the cone
Money in drone'
Playing smart like Al Capone

Louboutin, Gucci, Givenchy
Crazy, humble, like Benji
I have the rock, not Jumanji
One verse, twenty Frenchies, yeah
Bad bitch, has a big booty, pair of big ones, just like Doja Cat
She has a man, but that man is a pussy boy, damn fool, yeah
In the mini van and it's not for gang-bang, they get down, blam-blam
In the Phillie blunt that has me like Jackie Chan, yeah
Bad bitch, has a big booty, pair of big ones, just like Doja Cat
She has a man, but he's a damn fool

The thing', the cone
Money in drone'
Gasoline, don't clone us
The thing', the cone
Money in drone'
Playing smart like Al Capone (Alive!)

Shark, Mark Cuban
Looking for the cheese, blue cheese, not gouda
You all are like snakes, how your skin sheds
And I don't trust much, yes, yes, yes, you're Judas
And if, if, if this were Spain, I wouldn't give a damn
Freddy Kruger, pair of shooters with Ruger from Pompano
We play dirty if we have to, dirty player, not Lyanno
We gave him a pass to cool off, but sooner or later
We're gonna smoke him in Backwoods, a couple of grams

(The thing', the cone
Money in drone'
Gasoline, don't clone us
The thing', the cone
Money in drone'
Playing smart like Al Capone)