Just Do It (feat. LD, Dimzy, Asap, Monkey & Liquez)

Six, six, six, six, six, six, six, six, six, aight

Rise that mash up, do it

Many times that I've been through it

Got loads of sweets, no Chewits

On the point, see his chest and chew it

On the mains with the fours that was jump out gang

Tryna crash that corn right through him

Got these lame ass boys tryna bread man's beef like they won't get shot

What they doin'

Rise that mash up, do it

Many times that I've been through it

Got loads of sweets, no Chewits

On the point, see his chest and chew it

On the mains with the fours that was jump out gang

Tryna crash that corn right through him

Got these lame ass boys tryna bread man's beef like they won't get shot

What they doin'

Stupid kids wanna bread man's beef

I just bun man normal, it's nothing

Hit base, bill it up with Russian

I miss trap man, free up my cousin

Had skengs in the room

They're searchin' around and they never found nothing, their buzzin'

See, I've never been rich and I need them bands so I risk my freedom

It's nothing

I put skengs in the car, tryna bun him

They gon' learn when this bullet here touch him

I'm a handyman, don't tell me 'bout tools

I've been grippin' my shit from a youngin'

Forties and trucks

That shit is a must

We ain't tryna give no one the trust to come back

Tryna turn him to dust

Two of my **** in jail for some killings

Couple more for some drillings

Opp shit in field, they be hittin' civilians

And they know that we're winnin'

Two of my **** in jail for some killings

Couple more for some drillings

Opp shit in field, they be hittin' civilians

And they know that we're winnin'

Many times that I've been through it

Hoops came home from a bid and he rid straight through it

Bro still whip up the raw

Millie, rock that pot like it's stewin'

44 teeth hit him up in his chest and chew him

Do him

Go right through him

**** ain't on piss

But you're clenchin' fists

I'll cut off your knuckles and cut off your wrists

I'm a smokey guy

Smoke loads of spliffs

M had the ten doin' loads of things

44 in the car, tryna slap man's skin

We gon' slide back through if we don't see a thing

'Cause my **** love drillin'

We addicted and shit

The other side talk to the Feds and shit

Dry snitch and shit

They talk to the pigs and shit

Man's got corn for a snitch

44 spin hold six

Opp thots tryna do six

Peng ting screamin' out gang

Got peng tings throwin' up six

Rise that mash up, do it

Many times that I've been through it

Got loads of sweets, no Chewits

On the point, see his chest and chew it

On the mains with the fours that was jump out gang

Tryna crash that corn right through him

Got these lame ass boys tryna bread man's beef like they won't get shot

What they doin'

Rise that mash up, do it

Many times that I've been through it

Got loads of sweets, no Chewits

On the point, see his chest and chew it

On the mains with the fours that was jump out gang

Tryna crash that corn right through him

Got these lame ass boys tryna bread man's beef like they won't get shot

What they doin'

They shoulda never let me out

'Cause I won't stop knockin' opps out

In HMP locked out

'Cause the judge know we got a opp down

Man run when we jump out

**** know that we got a gun out

Bro, let's lurk on the block

Hella shots you be gettin' gunned down

I never think, just do it

Say you gonna bang, come do it

If I say I'ma do it, I do it

Load it up, cock it back, then I shoot it

That was jump out gang, tryna crash that corn right through him

Red rum when it's us in the field, are you stupid?

Every gun that we own, know we use it

Big Rambo cut right through him

And I don't even watch them ****

But they keep watching my movements

Still winnin' this beef

No point in who's losin'

If I see any opp in my sights

Swear to God, I'ma shoot them

T-house runnin' through stones

Out here runnin' through hoes

44 holes, chunky stones

Breakin' bones, the pagans know

My head's hot and my knife works cold

Chef man down for my bros

See my rose will do it as well

Bro go smoke as well

Two bells and a rusty twelve

Two L's up when the six do road

Live corn go straight through your chest

Leave your back with exit holes

My drillers, they drill, no joke

Skengs on the block, there's loads

Do it in a four dour truck

Or do it, ten toes, it's nothing

67, my brothers

Circle small like buttons

Violence and money, we love it

I'm fuckin' these hookers and cummin'

Straight after I'm cuttin'

I'm fuckin' these hookers and cummin'

I ain't inna the cuffin'

Gang

Rise that mash up, do it

Many times that I've been through it

Got loads of sweets, no Chewits

On the point, see his chest and chew it

On the mains with the fours that was jump out gang

Tryna crash that corn right through him

Got these lame ass boys tryna bread man's beef like they won't get shot

What they doin'

Rise that mash up, do it

Many times that I've been through it

Got loads of sweets, no Chewits

On the point, see his chest and chew it

On the mains with the fours that was jump out gang

Tryna crash that corn right through him

Got these lame ass boys tryna bread man's beef like they won't get shot

What they doin'