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 f**boy 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 sh** 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 sh** never gets old Like sh** den what f** 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 Bow Don’t you know my guy’s on job Man I’ve done dirt on blocks And had the f**boys running in shops No lies, I’m talking facts Nuff app boys have been got Smashing cars, look at that p**y 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 wa** 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 c*nts 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 f** 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 ra**ing She’s calling me ba*tard I was just laughing Noddy or leave no bargain