Big bag sh*t
What you tell em Stunna
We get them racks ok, yuh
We get them racks ok
This some EMG sh*t
LA Juan in this muthaf**ka wit my n**ga Stunna
And we back at it like a crack addict n**ga
And when these hits come out and they ain't stopping n**ga
Just know we ain't never stopping n**ga
Straight pressure
(Unh)
What you tell em
Big check for a walk thru
Ran up some bands, I'm the man when I walk thru
Big boss, Ricky Ross, I'm the man that you talk to
If I don't call you back then I wasn't gon' call you
Get a call back you won't
Wanna step in the lane of the gang, bet you don't
Major setbacks is part of the plan to the throne
Lotta n**gas like Grievous, they bots and they clones
Part some scars on his face like his last name Capone
Read between lines, I can feel lies, n**gas ain't realer than us
No Paul Pierce, you can't have my trust
I'm a psycho like Christian Bale was
LA and Stunna produced by Stardust
Chasing them benjis hope you can keep up
Ice on me ski, yea it make yo bih slump
She doing white doing like the house holding Trump
EMG we fly guys
Getting out the house I'm a shy guy
Smoking all this pressure I'm a high guy
He talking sh*t I give his son a high five
All my sh*t be well done call it Five Guys
Need to duck, no goose if there shots fired
Maybe next year then we pass em tell em nice try
Everybody gotta eat, I always split pie
All this work adding up we never rolled the dice
N**gas get mad and they speak
You give me 7 it ends in a sweep
Know that I'm up when they want all the leaks
The Jordan's from 92' what's on my feet
That b*tch a bird I'm annoyed by her beak
Off of the trip wit my n**gas we geeked
She got some percs in her system she's tweaked
Chasing my dreams for some mills like I'm Meek
Big check for a walk thru
Ran up some bands, I'm the man when I walk thru
Big boss, Ricky Ross, I'm the man that you talk to
If I don't call you back then I wasn't gon' call you
Get a call back you won't
Wanna step in the lane of the gang, bet you don't
Major setbacks is part of the plan to the throne
Lotta n**gas like Grievous, they bots and they clones
Part some scars on his face like his last name Capone
Mike Amiri my jeans, shirt and jacket Vlone
Look at details you snitching get stitched you get sewn
DDT me a n**ga, cold stunner like Stone
Had to leave his ass high in the sky like a drone
No cap catch a halo
Not beefing wit n**gas you broke get a bankroll
Smoke more than your rent Cali gas San Diego
Spanish broad f*cking wit me look like JLo
Need an Alicia like keys, no piano
Forever I'm riding, I'm sliding like Rambo
If you fake then I'm leaving you baked
Stab me in my back lotta shots out the drake
I won't hesitate I'm leaving yo headstone engraved
I don't tolerate fiftyness, leave you erased
Leave a hole inna f**k n**ga like he a glaze
Al Capone stepping hard if you f**k wit the gang
Flame a n**ga up, burn his down like Kane
Call of duty split u like a screen
Spray a n**ga and wipe his ass down, Mr. Clean
Finding Nemo, water on my neck like a stream
Got a broad from Barbados tryna f**k in my suite
She suck like a leech, ate me up, like cuisine
Money's long it needs wheels, talking like limousine
Shiesty n**ga try to take catch a beam
Torch him up like a barbecue wit kerosine
(Yung Stunna Stunna)
Big check for a walk thru
Ran up some bands, I'm the man when I walk thru
Big boss, Ricky Ross, I'm the man that you talk to
If I don't call you back then I wasn't gon' call you
Get a call back you won't
Wanna step in the lane of the gang, bet you don't
Major setbacks is part of the plan to the throne
Lotta n**gas like Grievous, they bots and they clones
Part some scars on his face like his last name Capone
L.A. Juan - Al Capone (feat. Stunnaboi$ammy) Lyrics
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Big bag sh*t
What you tell em Stunna
We get them racks ok, yuh
We get them racks ok
This some EMG sh*t
LA Juan in this muthaf**ka wit my n**ga Stunna
And we back at it like a crack addict n**ga
And when these hits come out and they ain't stopping n**ga
Just know we ain't never stopping n**ga
Straight pressure
(Unh)
What you tell em
Big check for a walk thru
Ran up some bands, I'm the man when I walk thru
Big boss, Ricky Ross, I'm the man that you talk to
If I don't call you back then I wasn't gon' call you
Get a call back you won't
Wanna step in the lane of the gang, bet you don't
Major setbacks is part of the plan to the throne
Lotta n**gas like Grievous, they bots and they clones
Part some scars on his face like his last name Capone
Read between lines, I can feel lies, n**gas ain't realer than us
No Paul Pierce, you can't have my trust
I'm a psycho like Christian Bale was
LA and Stunna produced by Stardust
Chasing them benjis hope you can keep up
Ice on me ski, yea it make yo bih slump
She doing white doing like the house holding Trump
EMG we fly guys
Getting out the house I'm a shy guy
Smoking all this pressure I'm a high guy
He talking sh*t I give his son a high five
All my sh*t be well done call it Five Guys
Need to duck, no goose if there shots fired
Maybe next year then we pass em tell em nice try
Everybody gotta eat, I always split pie
All this work adding up we never rolled the dice
N**gas get mad and they speak
You give me 7 it ends in a sweep
Know that I'm up when they want all the leaks
The Jordan's from 92' what's on my feet
That b*tch a bird I'm annoyed by her beak
Off of the trip wit my n**gas we geeked
She got some percs in her system she's tweaked
Chasing my dreams for some mills like I'm Meek
Big check for a walk thru
Ran up some bands, I'm the man when I walk thru
Big boss, Ricky Ross, I'm the man that you talk to
If I don't call you back then I wasn't gon' call you
Get a call back you won't
Wanna step in the lane of the gang, bet you don't
Major setbacks is part of the plan to the throne
Lotta n**gas like Grievous, they bots and they clones
Part some scars on his face like his last name Capone
Mike Amiri my jeans, shirt and jacket Vlone
Look at details you snitching get stitched you get sewn
DDT me a n**ga, cold stunner like Stone
Had to leave his ass high in the sky like a drone
No cap catch a halo
Not beefing wit n**gas you broke get a bankroll
Smoke more than your rent Cali gas San Diego
Spanish broad f*cking wit me look like JLo
Need an Alicia like keys, no piano
Forever I'm riding, I'm sliding like Rambo
If you fake then I'm leaving you baked
Stab me in my back lotta shots out the drake
I won't hesitate I'm leaving yo headstone engraved
I don't tolerate fiftyness, leave you erased
Leave a hole inna f**k n**ga like he a glaze
Al Capone stepping hard if you f**k wit the gang
Flame a n**ga up, burn his down like Kane
Call of duty split u like a screen
Spray a n**ga and wipe his ass down, Mr. Clean
Finding Nemo, water on my neck like a stream
Got a broad from Barbados tryna f**k in my suite
She suck like a leech, ate me up, like cuisine
Money's long it needs wheels, talking like limousine
Shiesty n**ga try to take catch a beam
Torch him up like a barbecue wit kerosine
(Yung Stunna Stunna)
Big check for a walk thru
Ran up some bands, I'm the man when I walk thru
Big boss, Ricky Ross, I'm the man that you talk to
If I don't call you back then I wasn't gon' call you
Get a call back you won't
Wanna step in the lane of the gang, bet you don't
Major setbacks is part of the plan to the throne
Lotta n**gas like Grievous, they bots and they clones
Part some scars on his face like his last name Capone
What you tell em Stunna
We get them racks ok, yuh
We get them racks ok
This some EMG sh*t
LA Juan in this muthaf**ka wit my n**ga Stunna
And we back at it like a crack addict n**ga
And when these hits come out and they ain't stopping n**ga
Just know we ain't never stopping n**ga
Straight pressure
(Unh)
What you tell em
Big check for a walk thru
Ran up some bands, I'm the man when I walk thru
Big boss, Ricky Ross, I'm the man that you talk to
If I don't call you back then I wasn't gon' call you
Get a call back you won't
Wanna step in the lane of the gang, bet you don't
Major setbacks is part of the plan to the throne
Lotta n**gas like Grievous, they bots and they clones
Part some scars on his face like his last name Capone
Read between lines, I can feel lies, n**gas ain't realer than us
No Paul Pierce, you can't have my trust
I'm a psycho like Christian Bale was
LA and Stunna produced by Stardust
Chasing them benjis hope you can keep up
Ice on me ski, yea it make yo bih slump
She doing white doing like the house holding Trump
EMG we fly guys
Getting out the house I'm a shy guy
Smoking all this pressure I'm a high guy
He talking sh*t I give his son a high five
All my sh*t be well done call it Five Guys
Need to duck, no goose if there shots fired
Maybe next year then we pass em tell em nice try
Everybody gotta eat, I always split pie
All this work adding up we never rolled the dice
N**gas get mad and they speak
You give me 7 it ends in a sweep
Know that I'm up when they want all the leaks
The Jordan's from 92' what's on my feet
That b*tch a bird I'm annoyed by her beak
Off of the trip wit my n**gas we geeked
She got some percs in her system she's tweaked
Chasing my dreams for some mills like I'm Meek
Big check for a walk thru
Ran up some bands, I'm the man when I walk thru
Big boss, Ricky Ross, I'm the man that you talk to
If I don't call you back then I wasn't gon' call you
Get a call back you won't
Wanna step in the lane of the gang, bet you don't
Major setbacks is part of the plan to the throne
Lotta n**gas like Grievous, they bots and they clones
Part some scars on his face like his last name Capone
Mike Amiri my jeans, shirt and jacket Vlone
Look at details you snitching get stitched you get sewn
DDT me a n**ga, cold stunner like Stone
Had to leave his ass high in the sky like a drone
No cap catch a halo
Not beefing wit n**gas you broke get a bankroll
Smoke more than your rent Cali gas San Diego
Spanish broad f*cking wit me look like JLo
Need an Alicia like keys, no piano
Forever I'm riding, I'm sliding like Rambo
If you fake then I'm leaving you baked
Stab me in my back lotta shots out the drake
I won't hesitate I'm leaving yo headstone engraved
I don't tolerate fiftyness, leave you erased
Leave a hole inna f**k n**ga like he a glaze
Al Capone stepping hard if you f**k wit the gang
Flame a n**ga up, burn his down like Kane
Call of duty split u like a screen
Spray a n**ga and wipe his ass down, Mr. Clean
Finding Nemo, water on my neck like a stream
Got a broad from Barbados tryna f**k in my suite
She suck like a leech, ate me up, like cuisine
Money's long it needs wheels, talking like limousine
Shiesty n**ga try to take catch a beam
Torch him up like a barbecue wit kerosine
(Yung Stunna Stunna)
Big check for a walk thru
Ran up some bands, I'm the man when I walk thru
Big boss, Ricky Ross, I'm the man that you talk to
If I don't call you back then I wasn't gon' call you
Get a call back you won't
Wanna step in the lane of the gang, bet you don't
Major setbacks is part of the plan to the throne
Lotta n**gas like Grievous, they bots and they clones
Part some scars on his face like his last name Capone
Writer: LaJuan Hill, Samuel Amenyah
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid