Do It & Crash – M24, Skengdo & AM

Do it, do it, man I put work in the streets like Stizz
Slap on a tap with smoke, with smoke
Man better pray that the fuckboy lives
Like ‘course I did, came with a shh and my guy got hit
And if he ain’t worth the corn, then man will get beat like TG did
Oh shit that’s rude I know, I know
AM and Skengdo link up So man better catch the flow
Like them man try come round, then we went back like a merry-go
Chef, splash, splash I swear this shit never gets old
Like shit den what! fuck around and get got
Like how many times have I lurked with a long coat, like man’s not hot
AD hops off a bike and shoots Don’t you know my guy’s too on

Don’t you know my guy’s on job, man I’ve done dirt on blocks
And had the fuckboys running in shops No lies, I’m talking facts
Nuff opp boys have been got Smashing cars, look at that pussy
All now ever been touched Step over there with my raincoat on
Cah all now nothing ain’t dropped

Everyone’s bad, it’s kinda sad
Everyone wan try rap bout gang
These yutes, them man these skengs them bang
Now you wan act like you don’t know
Bare tweeting, I don’t know about that
These guys go nuts, it’s green we fly
I laugh when they talk bout chingings
Countless man on your team’s been crashed
410 and we know its crash see these bells they’re ringing
Diligent men stuff tools in a bag and man stay sinning
But I ain’t sin squad, shouts gunner and that
And my team’s been winning Jay fresh 100 bought a party
And truss it was dirt to the max, been in the field from young
Put in the work, I was flipping them packs
Then I got my hands on a shank, don’t bother
Try run so you’re onto the gang
Box man up that’s the only debt
If he ain’t curled up then I done the job wass
Uh, milage, hella milage
Better move or you might get crashed
Bro said Skeng go get this dough
Bunny first lifestyle no gang
I hear you bro, I’ma get this money
I swear ima get these racks
And that chick she’s your chick
But she wan be round gang
Add a K on the opps, did it already
Man saw me and just dashed

Push that work man’s gettin’ it gone that shank don’t bend that devilish one
Coulda backed my shank on a idiot’s son
That’s bare ching ching like asian cunts, Dudu dudu
Tits and bums, that’s things that I like I don’t want no cuffs
Everyone knows that I ain’t that buff, get the fuck out my face
But you wan act dumb I don’t want love
I just wanna get my funds up Get a 1-2 corn like bum bum
Dudu dudu, hunter, wheel it back, selector
She was in the bando, avec moi 12 inch rambo, protector
Dudu dudu, ejector You don’t wanna end up like Teddy
Chop man’s throat like opps from belly
Thought you would’ve learnt already (Already)
Saw two guns but gang got many sorry who’s name got tarnished
How you getting mocked by the tings you’re clarting?
Stop this talk ’bout Spartans, man can’t see one, Leonidas
And if you really wanna talk ’bout arts and marksmans
Bros in the box like cartons
Courtesy of the yutes that parter with the bacon
But can’t stop tarking
Darling, come take a trip with a martian
Ugly, but I’m still rassing she’s calling me bastard
I was just laughing, noddy or leave no bargain