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410 – crash x gbg lyrics

[intro: skengdo & m24]
man, i’ve seen what your gang does, no probs, no sweat, we can handle
no shank, i might have to bang you, or the bot-bot beats, steel banglez (r14)
no, you ain’t my bro, don’t trust me cah i move slithery like randall (leo on the beat)
finna out man’s flame like a candle, call my man, he left his sandals
too active, don’t mad him, bro’s max like branning
roll up and stab him, but i ain’t getting nicked like cannon
shannon, she was on nuttin’ but slamming
and bro’s on nuttin’ but blamming, young boy fly out of the town like canning

[verse 1: m24]
do it how we done it on my man, run man down and ching it (uhh)
that’s a no from me like simon cowell, you don’t wanna see us bring it (no, you don’t)
sound that drum, ring it, hop out, swing it and ching him
i was out really tryna prove my point (me)
in dings or legit (leg’)
why this bad one moving frigid?
get out of here, i don’t want no digits (no)
sawn-off dots or the .32 midget
for when us man skidded (uhh)
done threw that, fetch like pigeon (yes)
get back, that’s us man drillin’ (get back, get back)
i can name a lot of man that done went swimming (uhh)

[verse 2: skengdo]
how you wanna talk ’bout crash or gbg, are you f-cking dumb? (how?)
run when you see my guys come
we sweep man’s leg and we do man’s lungs (just ching him)
guns, the g’s done invested in ’nuff
their waps are sh-t, all they do is puff (they sh-t)
puff on a sweet flavour one, their weed is sh-t, i don’t want that skunk (i don’t want that)
and i wave this magical wand
man disappears like where’s he gone? (du-du-du-du-bow)
gone, shouldn’t try jump on songs
your heart ain’t in it, you’ll go out wrong (du-du-du-du-bow)
like, how could i rate this guy? buck me live and they say it’s long
cah they know ’bout my ching-chong
let me ching man now, ching-chong, ching-chong (bow)

[verse 3: stickz]
cut-cut t’roat ting, what’s the issue? (muhh)
wanna war me? gotta cop some pistols (muhh)
gonna need more than a tissue, it’s peak when the get back’s come to get you (muhh)
out ‘ere, i’m official
slip for a crutch ’cause i leave man crippled (how you mean?)
jump out cars with the gbg’s in threes, the drill got tripled (sku-du-du-muhh)
he’s due for a wiggin’, then hit him again cah he gave it the big ‘en (gang)
i roll up to right where you’re living, you don’t wanna go but i take man swimming (how you mean?)
who got-got? who slapped him?
who got packed over there? it’s a mad ting (gang)
see this get back sh-t, it’s a gang ting, get burnt with the hand ting

[verse 4: am]
don’t be the one tryna act for the b-tches (don’t)
see a h-lla rambo’s and kitchens (bow-bow)
step on the turf; astro and pitch him
everyone’s bad ’til you turn ’em victim
ahh, victim, victim (ugh)
put my hands on the fork and lift him (du-du)
man get slapped point blank or distance (du-du-du)
we’re the real known t’ugs in brixton (woosh-ash)
man, man do it again fam, he left his bro, like, who is your friend? (like who?)
bro had corn, tryna shake it off (du-du, du-du)
when he heard one bang and it made him drop (bumbaclart)
linked his girl, tell her take it off, then i left their block tryna tape it off (argh)
p’s get slow then i’m taking prof’, when i see them feds; man’s taking off (ay, ay)

[outro: am & stickz]
and we be the ones that’s drillin’ it, move that pack; get rid of it
see a sweet one, brown like cinnamon, light like filament, buss down militant
taking off, if a girl wan’ f-ck i’ll break her off
her kneecaps aching off, what you mean ’bout bra? girl take it off
r14
leo on the beat

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