Al Capone lyrics

It’s GM3 

Mu mu mu murda 

[Chorus]
Young Al Capone
(f*ck wrong with these n*ggas man huh)
I’m in my zone
(sh*t all the way different over here n*gga)
Young Al Capone I’m in my zone
(Drive them mutherf*cking exotics and park that sh*ts in the hood n*gga)
Young Al Capone I’m in my zone
(Man listen)

[Verse 1]
If you ain’t feeling me n*gga f*ck you and f*ck everything that you stand for
Was a little n*gga but I’m grown now and I can cut checks to put hands on
So ain’t got to be hands on
One phone call you and ya mans gone
A lot of black dresses a lot of sad songs
Go night night take a nap for em uh
It’s my time now you had yours but your watch broke
So you don’t know when to call it quits 
sh*t I don’t know what to call this
Great maybe or genius even do sh*t like this on a accident 
Name means much more than it looks like I’m a acronym 
You know Effen Vodka, lands of acres, Rolls Royces and much more
While you worried about surf boards 
I’m tryna calm my n*ggas from a turf war
I got a hearse for these rapping n***as let the choir sing get a church for em
With a pallbearer and a undertaker see I’m unsigned but I’m worth more
[Chorus]
Young Al Capone
(Who the f*ck got something to say about me I did sh*t)
I’m in my zone
(I did sh*t n*ggas ain’t never did before n*gga)
Young Al Capone I’m in my zone
(Park that motherf*cking Rolls Royce right in the hood)
Young Al Capone I’m in my zone
(The f*ck you n*ggas got to say about me huh)

[Verse 2]
Out the cut comes the youngest realest motherf*cker who done this
Hard as a rock can’t budge him
Y’all n*ggas ball on a budget 
I don’t even look at the price tag
I’m at the counter while y’all n*ggas price scanning 
May I add in a slight laugh cause you crack me up just like
sh*t pardon my back
What the f*ck is y’all saying 
When it comes to the coke y’all got that Young Money sh*t only a little weigh in
It’s my world like Wayne’s 
Yeah get the f*ck off my balls if ya name ain’t Hanes
Y’all n*ggas think standing on top of PS4 is on top of y’all game 
Bullsh*t f*ck outta here with that bullsh*t
Matter fact take ya ass to Chicago with all that bullsh*t
The ROC is my thrown plus my home
Paid the price for that keyhole 
Had to take it up off your hands because you almost got the sh*t repoed 
[Chorus]
Young Al Capone
(Who else you know f*cking throwing thousands of dollars in the club in one night)
I’m in my zone
(Buying all these f*cking bottles)
Young Al Capone I’m in my zone
(Got all these f*cking models man y’all n*ggas crazy)
Young Al Capone I’m in my zone
(Y’all can’t say sh*t about me n*gga)

[Outro]
Why you mad at a n*gga like me
Because yo b*tch wanna f*ck wit a n*gga like me
It ain’t my fault n*gga
It ain’t my fault n*gga
It ain’t my fault I’m this handsome 
It ain’t my fault I drink the most expensive liquor in the club
It ain’t my fault all the b*tches want me
It ain’t my fault I drive the most exotic whips 
Park them sh*ts in the hood
Hop out, parlay with my n*ggas
GM3