Do It And Crash Lyrics

[Verse 1: M24]
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 f*ckboy lives
Like c'ourse I did
Came with a shh and a 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
f*ck 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 shoot
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 f*ckboys running in shops
No lies, I'm talking facts
Nuff opp boys have been got
Smashing cars, look at that p*ssy
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 flag
I laugh when they talk bout chingings
Countless man on your team's been crashed
410 all we know is crash
See these bells they're ringing
Diligent men stuff tools in a bag
And man stay sinning
But I ain't SinSquad, shouts Gunner and that
And my team's been winning
JayFresh 100 bottle party
And truss it was turnt 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 still owe me that
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
Bunny first lifestyle no gang
I hear you bro, ima 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
[Verse 3: AM]
Push that work, man's getting it gone
That shank don't bend that devilish one
Coulda backed my shank on a eediot'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 f*ck 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
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

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