410 – Do It & Crash Lyrics

[Verse 1: M24]
Do it, do it
Man a put work in the streets like Stizz
Slap on a tap with smoke, with smoke
Man better pray that a fuckboy lives
Like c’ourse 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 Skegndo link up
So man better catch the flow
Like de man try come round
And come back like a merigo
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
And caught 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 app 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
{Verse 2: Skengdo]
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 always crash
See these bells they’re ringing
Diligent men stuff tools in a bag
And man stay sinning
But I ain’t seen God since [?] and that
And my team’s been winning
Jay100 bought a fresh bottle to the 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 til you’re onto the gang
Box man up that’s the only [?]
If he ain’t curled up then I done the job wass
Milage, hella milage
Better move or you might get crashed
Bro said Skeng go get this dough
No lifestyle no gang
I hear you bro, ima get this money
I swear ima get these racks
And that chick is your chick
But she wan be round gang
Add a K on the opps, did it already
Man saw me and just dashed
[Verse 3: AM]
Push man’s work, man’s getting it gone
That shank don’t bend that devilish one
Coulda backed my shank on a eediot’s son
Like bare ching ching like asian cunts
Dudu dudu
Dip some bums, that’s things that I like
Cause I want no cuffs
Everyone knows that I ain’t that buff
Get the fuck out my face but you wan act up
I don’t want love
I just wanna get my funds up
Get a 1-2 corn like bum bum
Dudu dudu, hunter
We look back, selector
She was in the band, avec moi
12 inch rambo, protector
Dudu dudu, ejector
Don’t wanna end up like Teddy
Chop man’s throat like opps from belly
Thought you would’ve learnt already
Saw two guns but man’s got many
Sorry who’s name got tarnished
How you get moped when the tings got cartons
Stop this talk ‘bout Spartans
Man can’t see one [?]
And if you really wanna talk ‘bout arts and crafts
Bros in the box like cartons
See all the yutes with the part like 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

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