"Crash X Gbg" lyrics
(feat. M24 & Stickz)
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
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)
How you wanna talk 'bout Crash or GBG
Are you fucking 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 shit, all they do is puff (They shit)
Puff on a sweet flavour one
Their weed is shit, 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)
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 shit, it's a gang ting
Throw up a six, get burnt with the hand ting
Don't be the one tryna act for the bitches (Don't)
See a hella 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)
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' fuck I'll break her off
Her kneecaps aching off
What you mean 'bout bra girl? Take it off
(R14)
(Leo on the beat)
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
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)
How you wanna talk 'bout Crash or GBG
Are you fucking 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 shit, all they do is puff (They shit)
Puff on a sweet flavour one
Their weed is shit, 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)
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 shit, it's a gang ting
Throw up a six, get burnt with the hand ting
Don't be the one tryna act for the bitches (Don't)
See a hella 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)
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' fuck I'll break her off
Her kneecaps aching off
What you mean 'bout bra girl? Take it off
(R14)
(Leo on the beat)
