410 – #410 Skengdo x AM x JaySlapIt – WDYM Lyrics

[Verse 1: Skengdo]
What on earth do you mean?
Aydee he already got splashed
Oboy’s a fucking a neek
The fucking cheek, I ain’t ever seen don in the field
But he wan’ talk about me
I heard it was you in the cab
Bussing red lights like twice in a week
Anything green get what?
Leave that to the Tottenham G’s
Sick and tired of the foolishness
Like why they keep running from me?
Baghdad, you ain’t gang can’t come round me
But I’m open to make this money
Wanna make bands come fuck with me
We might just blow in the music
But we might just smoke them neeks
The life that we live is risky
The Five’O wanna handle me
See me 6ft under
Or behind them bars it’s peak
You would think I’m Not3s with my lover
But my lover puts man to sleep
Shit then fuck this splash
Fuck this shit then splash your g’s
I’m 410 crashers bro
F block, or FB, 4T
Came with the most darg
But you never did come for me
Your shit didn’t bang
We came round with the big botty

[Verse 2: Jayslapit]
Feds chase, could of lost a new wap
But I know better than that
Late nights just doing up crash
I really don’t give a toss if you lack
Either way ain’t me getting stabbed
Still do road in my Nike Air Max
Big dot dot if a boy want chat
Or the three two spins, take off mans hat
Feds chase, could of lost a new wap
But I know better than that
Late nights just doing up crash
I really don’t give a toss if you lack
Either way ain’t me getting stabbed
Still do road in my Nike Air Max
Big dot dot if a boy want chat
Or the three two spins, take off mans hat
Bout’ bootings, who have you shot?
Just got hold of a new pretty dots
That’s plenty of corn for them opps
Their block protected by cops
Still get round broad day no toss
Who got smoked in Prince and who got cheffed at twins?
Let me not talk about tips
Like how many been smashed in?
Your olders hide in whips
Running red lights where’s all them sticks?
KuKu what?
Ay Loose dun ran with his bitch
[?], nuttin got hit
Aim on fleek
Aim on fleek so I can’t miss

[Verse 3: AM]
True I got [?] like Marcus
Ice on my T like Lipton
See the pack come way too risky
Same colour as Homer Simpson
Or two 25 it’s 50
Big bro crash corn at a distance
See the odds like 40/60
It was two two corn so he missed him (Damn)
Oboy’s broke and he ain’t on piss
So he says my name tryna gain some bread
You don’t wanna spend some nights in the trap
That’s the third place Aydee got cheffed
Girls in the gym tryna gain some strength
Niggas just dashed so he shoulda done legs
Ya dumb bitch, are you not tryna gain some bread?
If you know Tin then you must know Rat
Then you must know Skeng, then you must know me
If you know me, then you know GD
Then you must know [?] then you must know T, S
Slickz and you must know OD
Arms and you must know BT
Rendz and Y.AM
I was with KKrash, how about that
Hammer on deck
Who’s carrying shanks?
Bally on my face, like I’m running in banks
So I [?] to the cats, they don’t know about frank
Brixton Baghdad Bully
Finna walk around in a hoodie
Finna phone GD, whats goodie?
Finna get food in Wooly
Food for the cats thats I am
If AM, who I am
Back my shank cause I am sick of the opps them lying
Sick of the opps them lying

Blac Youngsta – Set Trip Lyrics

[Intro]
Set Trip, nigga…
Set Trip, nigga…
Set Trip, nigga…
Whatchya rep… Blood, Crip, GD, Vice Lord
Throw yo set, set yo, set yo, set trip
(Gang Gang Gang Gang Gang)

[Hook]
Pull down on you with the iron out, nigga (Gang)
Bitch ima kill you, better bow down, nigga (Bang)
Go against the gang, it’s the Taliban, nigga (Gang)
Run up from the gang, you can’t hide out, nigga (Bang)
I ain’t ever fuck with you anyway nigga, how the player
How you doin’ from the sideline, nigga (Gang)
I ain’t ever love a lil bitch anyway, you gon be a main nigga
I’m the sideline, nigga (Bang)

Pull down on you with the iron out, nigga (Gang)
Bitch ima kill you, better bow down, nigga (Bang)
Go against the gang, it’s the Taliban, nigga (Gang)
Run up from the gang, you can’t hide out, nigga (Bang)
I ain’t ever fuck with you anyway nigga, how the player
How you doin’ from the sideline, nigga (Gang)
I ain’t ever love a lil bitch anyway, you gon be a main nigga
I’m the sideline, nigga (Bang)

[Verse I]
Bang Bang Gangbang, Shoot up and bang, Bang Gang Bang Bang
Young nigga shit, shoot him for the name (Gang Gang)
Kill him for the fame, Do it for the gang (Gang Gang Gang)
You ain’t gang, You can’t hang, You might go to jail, You might sang

[Hook]
Pull down on you with the iron out, nigga (Gang)
Bitch ima kill you, better bow down, nigga (Bang)
Go against the gang, it’s the Taliban, nigga (Gang)
Run up from the gang, you can’t hide out, nigga (Bang)
I ain’t ever fuck with you anyway nigga, how the player
How you doin’ from the sideline, nigga (Gang)
I ain’t ever love a lil’ bitch anyway, you gon be a main nigga
I’m the sideline, nigga (Bang)

Pull down on you with the iron out, nigga (Gang)
Bitch ima kill you, better bow down, nigga (Bang)
Go against the gang, it’s the Taliban, nigga (Gang)
Run up from the gang, you can’t hide out, nigga (Bang)
I ain’t ever fuck with you anyway nigga, how the player
How you doin’ from the sideline, nigga (Gang)
I ain’t ever love a lil bitch anyway, you gon be a main nigga
I’m the sideline, nigga (Bang)

[Verse II]
Stretch, Stretch, Stretch ‘fore you leave the house
Wear your vest, young niggas tough, young niggas thuggin’, young niggas total fuckin’ [?]
Have a nigga ever put a hit on your head
If you a rat then you need to be dead
I ain’t ever liked the lil’ nigga anyways, ’cause everytime I see him, he be talkin’ to the feds

[Hook]
Pull down on you with the iron out, nigga (Gang)
Bitch ima kill you, better bow down, nigga (Bang)
Go against the gang, it’s the Taliban, nigga (Gang)
Run up from the gang, you can’t hide out, nigga (Bang)
I ain’t ever fuck with you anyway nigga, how the player
How you doin’ from the sideline, nigga (Gang)
I ain’t ever love a lil’ bitch anyway, you gon be a main nigga
I’m the sideline, nigga (Bang)

Pull down on you with the iron out, nigga (Gang)
Bitch ima kill you, better bow down, nigga (Bang)
Go against the gang, it’s the Taliban, nigga (Gang)
Run up from the gang, you can’t hide out, nigga (Bang)
I ain’t ever fuck with you anyway nigga, how the player
How you doin’ from the sideline, nigga (Gang)
I ain’t ever love a lil bitch anyway, you gon be a main nigga
I’m the sideline, nigga (Bang)

Blac Youngsta – Lil B*tch letras

[Intro]
Ay-ay-ay ay nigga-nigga-nigga
I go to war with anybody nigga
You know fuck nigga
923 beat by wall shit shit, gangsta shit, gang shit
If you ain’t gangsta, stay your lil busta ass on the porch
Fuck nigga, lil nigga

[Hook]
Bitch, uh, bitch
Aye, Lil bitch
Suck my dick
And my clique
I need a lick
Ate the pussy
Never bitch
I’m rich
Young nigga shit
Kill the shit
30 on my clip
I got quarter mil shit
Ice glist
Take a rest
Put a hit

[Verse 1]
Got my gun with the drum
Killers lay in your lawn
Bitch you better run
If I go to jail right now I’ma make my bond
I got what you want
I sell crack to cops
Gang bang, twist your hands
Big C, bigger B
Big Vice Lord, big GD
Hit a block
Scope the spot
Kill the cop
Whack an opp
Gang bang

[Hook]
Bitch, uh, bitch
Aye, Lil bitch
Suck my dick
And my clique
I need a lick
Ate the pussy
Never bitch
I’m rich
Young nigga shit
Kill the shit
30 on my clip
I got quarter mil shit
Ice glist
Take a rest
Put a hit

[Verse 2]
They want me dead
Got money on my head
I’m tryna duck the feds
They got me runnin’ scared
Cock my Glock
50 shots
Knock him out his socks
Body drop
Chopper talk
Rob you for your watch
Strip search on the block
Want everything you got
You ain’t never took a life nigga
You ain’t no red light killer
You don’t wanna go to war
You ain’t got your bread right nigga
Gang bang

[Hook]
Bitch, uh, bitch
Aye, Lil bitch
Suck my dick
And my clique
I need a lick
Ate the pussy
Never bitch
I’m rich
Young nigga shit
Kill the shit
30 on my clip
I got quarter mil shit
Ice glist
Take a rest
Put a hit