From their song "Crash"
[Intro: Skengdo & AM]
2bunny
I don't need to at my man
I'm onto him and he knows, he knows it
You know it
Fuckboys
Look how many times we lurked
And the feds came just in time (lucky)
Aye tell the opps stop tweetin'
[Verse 1: Skengdo]
Smoke bare loud to the dome
Them man know not to lack round me
Get away, the chance is 0
Just had a word with bro
Then I had to dash that phone
The pack came thru it's nuts
Got a link Y.AM and Asbo
Darg these streets are cold
I don't need to at my man
I'm onto him and he knows
Been in the field with gang
That's way before ten toes
And these feds wanna lock me
Proper watching me on roads
Baddaz on me just slop it
Then I pass it onto my bro
And who thinks they're really on
They see 4s and they blow
Got Savannah and Demi
And bro take that up O
He ain't coming back when he's fucking done
He's waiting on the reload
TFace is a savage one
Well you already got told
[Hook: Skengdo]
410 fiddy that's dads
Everybody's bad until the boy gets crash
Run, trip up, get stabbed
Don't do it for the fans, darg
But I got love for the fans
Go get your money, go get your bread up
And don't worry about man
I swear certain man come like fans
410 fiddy that's dads
Everybody's bad until the boy gets crash
Run, trip up, get stabbed
Don't do it for the fans, darg
But I got love for the fans
Go get your money, go get your bread up
And don't worry about man
I swear certain man come like fans
[Verse 2: AM]
See 25
C4s, CG same thing
Crash 25
And them crashers fucked in the head
Just look at their eyes
And that skududu all that woofing
Man'll get fried
And, look how many times we lurked
And the feds came just in time
And she was tryna off her skirt
Clearly she lost her mind
Bitch I want noddy
Said it like a hundred times
And feds wanna see my face
I'm linked to a hundred crimes
Got nicked like a hundred times
Don't chat shit it's bad for your head
Fuck that yute he's chatting to feds
Man don't talk, man rob
Man don't talk, man clap it instead
Shotgun, soldier, batty in bench
Fuck them girls who's catty for them
Who what where? I'll marry a skeng
Skududu dududu for them
Skududu dududu for them
I am the A and I am the M
Skududu dududu for them
Skududu dududu for them
Skududu dududu for them
[Hook: Skengdo]
410 fiddy that's dads
Everybody's bad until the boy gets crash
Run, trip up, get stabbed
Don't do it for the fans, darg
But I got love for the fans
Go get your money, go get your bread up
And don't worry about man
I swear certain man come like fans
[Outro: Skengdo]
410 fiddy that's dads...
Crash..run, trip up, get stabbed
Fans, darg...but I got love for the fans
Go get your money, go get your bread up
And don't worry about man
I swear certain man come like fans
Freestyle 1
[Verse 1: Skengdo]
[?]
Don't tell me you're not involved
Think I'll just leave ya
Give hella chestshots to a yute
My darg take a breather
Wack come fat, long and black
I knew I was going to need her
Like n***as wan tear my skin
But I’m too worksie for the eediots
Like bare ching chong ching chong
[?] for no reason
You’re [?] kinda hard what skeng
Blow him out of the tshirt
Like wack man’s face
Little LD done wacked up a eediot
And he didn’t come back what a eediot
Stay true to the gang that’s green first
Add a K to the gang that’s dead
You don’t wanna end up red
You was tryna be green first
And she’s on, me I don’t need her
Step with things, and he’s telling me bro
You better give that a clean first
Cause I ain’t tryna go for a stiff bird
[Verse 2: AM]
With bro and the rueger
Back bang hallelujah
Witness there, stay over there
Killed ‘em Medusa
Hands in the air, hands in the air
Like fill up the hoover
[?] chew ya
And bang out a bear
And dup you’re a loser
Man fill up the car with the crashers
Man fill up and boom and bang it
Like how did it happen
Came to the F and just span it
Man roll with a hammer
Man roll with the baddest of crashers
A new school rapper
Old school banger
With the green bandana
Drillers, madders, splashers
Dip, dip gang
Dip splash splash
No manners (x3)
[Verse 3: J1]
Freestyle 2
[Verse 1: Skengdo]
How many man have I grabbed
C4 Philly that’s dads
Try mash work but they ran
Young boy got corn for the gang
And these stupid kids, thinking they’re hard
Come to your school, take your trips
No we ain’t going full bar
Me, round there
No we ain’t going straight past
Dip, splash, dip, dip
Then we walk arf
Got things in the bag
I see feds, then it’s all mad
Just crashed up your whole ting
Then wass all the loo lars
Then wass all the loo lars
[Verse 2: BT]
[?]
I do this shit on my ones
Gotta count this one up
Lying to the girls to get a bit of noddy
To get a bit of noddy
I called up my n***a, I called up that pussy
Tryna get pussy
Phone up the opps, bun in the field
Let’s play footy
[?] balls in the [?]
Cops like where’s my hoodie
[?]
[?] make money
[?]
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Lying n***as, fuck with wassy
Man just chatty
None of this talk with the [?] all year
Mad cause you’re just aye, aye
[Verse 3: Rendo]
How you gon’ move that cane when your friend’s not able
Screaming out [?]
How you gon’ run when your friend’s not stable
[?]
[?] like who’s in stables
Got food in [?]
Say you chat war when you bring it to the table
[?] smash faces of tables
Step with smoke
[?] pop yutes like labels
[?] come help your friend cause the guts look fatal
[?] like who’s at bagels
Could’ve been dead that day fam, could’ve been grateful
[?] gonna need staples
[Verse 4: ]
Fuck these opps, fuck these opps
They ain’t on piss
Back my shank and I back my shank
You weren’t on piss
Do it for the fame and move like Miz
Mizzy, could’ve got me but you missed
[?] man leave like a bitch
[?] like my paigons
The opps them know my face I’m blatant
Can’t chill with a bacon
[?] soft over there we ain’t Harlem
[?]
Man over there just barking
Like aim where his heart is, kick that back
Boom, bang and we barked it
[?] in that garden
[?] tryna get
Tryna get rich like Kodak
Tryna get rich to Mumzy hold that
[Verse 5: Blacks]
Crash that corn like who are you on
Crash that corn like where are you from
Check man like where are you from
Crash that corn like what are you on
Man don’t tolerate verbal
On the K block dishing out shells like turtle
On the K block dishing out shells like turtle
Man can’t chat about wass
[?]
Back out a skeng on the opp
Kenny bop and get dropped
[?]
Man Philly bop and get dropped
Man can’t tell me ‘bout chat, it’s mad
[?] if a n***a wan fuck with the dads
Baghdad that’s Philly
On your block man doing up Killy
If I catch a opp, then it’s mad
Bro like BT got the thing in the bag
Duffle, don’t scuffle
Man back it out and the buckle
Aye
Shoutout the dads
[Verse 6: Skengdo]
They say that we ain’t on piss
Real life I’m not that kid
Philly bop when I do that prick
Do a dab with the spliff like ick
2bunny, I ain’t down with a snitch
Kicked in your head, like my guy’s on a pitch
Bro got girls, I’ll come for your sis
Live corn if you give a man lip
Y.AM’s up and down on your strip
Fat Johnny’s down with the clique
Asbo drop man where he is
Ching chong, ching chong, ching ching
Boom bow, boom bow, don’t miss
Bare opps, bare opps, won’t miss
Ain’t money so darg it’s a myth
How you got weed and you ain’t got rizz
Mad ting sad and you ain’t got chip
Shotty on self for the [?]
Don’t type when you know why I is
Really in HS smoking on prince
Don’t rap but this ain’t on shit
Cat for the guys and your friend got dipped
Don ran, them man sing
Cat for the guys and your friend got dipped
[Verse 7: BT]
Woodoodoo doom, kicked like Nita
Amm in the vacuum pack got allava Rita
Allava Rita, bands in the litre
That’s bands, that’s bands
All of that [?] still get beat up
Yamaha 125, Yamaha Yamaha
Link that skududu woodoodoo
Skududu woodoodoo
[?]
2 in the dot, how you get hooded up
Opps in the main, like how many times
Have they called him an Uber
Uckers, badders, get in the [?]
No face, no face, I’m playing the shooter
Fake n***as fake
[?] in the bruddas
And me and my n***as are smoking on [?]
[?]
Hit a boy round like Bukka
[?]
Man fill up that dog, make a boy run
Turn a boy rotten
Like ching chow, alla dat rubbing
Like how you turn road so sudden
Man how you turn road
Walk around, then I pump ‘em up
Like Joe Budden
Get ‘em down in public
Little man, he wan do the fishing
Ching chow, mans shove it
[Verse 8: Rendo
I smoke opps, I smoke zoots
Diligent dip then shoot
Tell my n***a grab that opp
Diligent dip that yute
Chatty mouth giving out verbal
Stretched out lying in suits
Make a n***a shoot up parties
Diligent shots no fluke
I know Rudez, diligent whip that loose
[?] smoke in the bando [?] that food
I trap, I do mooz
Diligent dip with moose
Aye, aye
[Verse 9: AM]
2 man on smoke and everyone knew
Diligent dip on anyone’s crew
He wan speak at anyone’s move
Diligent dip on anyone’s zoot
[?] or 2
Why do I beef these feminine yutes
Y.AM in the back, he’s stepping in [?]
Kennington bop on Kennington yutes
You ain’t on shit so I beg a man move
Skengdo love them elephant zoots
Strawberry amm I’m smelling the bruise
Opps them lie, they ain’t telling the truth
Chat, them man chat, but they chatting all loose
[?] when I tell a man deuce
Chat, chat, war them yutes
War is war I don’t know about truce
I was in west, grabbing up breasts
I don’t catch feelings, she was all wet
I was all vexed, I don’t want pecks
I don’t want love, all I want is sex
[?] get shut out, [?] get wet up
Friends get fired up, face get swell up
I was in Philly, me and man dead up
Ain’t no pressure, opps soon wet up
From their song “Really Do Road”
[Intro]
C4, C4
Look
[Verse 1: Skengdo]
Kick down doors and run up in houses
Roll with the robbers it's mad
Hammers on deck, no face no case, like darg I ain't tryna get grabbed
Big dipper on me, I poke up a don if he thinks he's bad
They try link up with the opps, now they're pissed they're beefing the 'dads
Got things on things, it's mad
Them boy they dasheen
They don't want it from man
They say it's the truth, but I've never seen man
Like AM will shake that can
Pressurise that, hear it go bang
Just hear it go bang
Your young g’s got that thing, he's taller than you but he's running from man
Ten toes stepping with a green ballie with a chef cos I do it with gang
0.8 in the Ben, only my n***as are seeing the grams]
Claim that you're on me
Well I beg you please stop running from man
They had Young Ren, so certy
Don't want no beef, they're nerdy
And they soon get smoked like Percy
They talk about me
Talk about me best hashtag lurky
Snap in the ends, big whips all swervy
Mr roll with the rah
I got a new ting cos the last was dirty
[Verse 2:AM]
I am the A
I am the M
Free S9, got nicked for the skeng
18 years been out on the 10
And if you try come everyting get dead
Man got the worms
Thought you should know
If it gets hot everyting must go
Cats in the room but they want that snow
Shutdown shop, everyone go home
I don't wanna hear no chat
Why you gonna lie like that
Cah you got sent OT
Then you got sent right back
Anytime I see them man
I ain't trying to shake no hands
I'm just gonna buss my gun
And take those grams
Like I ain't gotta say too much
Man chat shit, get touched
Came round there, came in a four door truck
When they see man they cut
They ain't on piss, n***as ain't got no guts
N***as shoulda went upsuh
Now they affi run, now they affi run from us
Now they affi run from us
When are they gonna learn
When I bring shots they burn
When I bring shots they burn
Send a man home, you don't wanna see no worms
You don't wanna see no worms
Man best smile when you walk in the mains
Spill man's juice all over the place
More time I heard that you were lipsing a whore
Man put juice all over her face
Ugh
From their song “Foolishness”
[Intro]
Tired, tired, get him
Like Come we just go and get him
And you wan lie to your rasclart bredrin'
Watch how the crashers step in
Yes we got those...
[Hook: Skengdo] x2
So sick and tired of the foolishness
Like, come we just go and get him (get him)
Chat to the gyaldem (chatty)
And you wan lie to your rasclart bredrin (liars)
Just pause for a second (hold on)
Watch how the crashers step in (mad)
Blacked out, hoodie on, and yes we got those leathers
[Verse 1 : Skengdo]
Man'll show man tekkers
Rambo go through sweaters
Good yutes, you got peer pressures
Don't act volts when you do church reggers
They know that they need them blessings
The way I had the crash cut tru
Had n***as hoping the fences
But it's back to the money
And if you go broke, you're stressin'
Crashers first, it's destined
OD put corn where your chest is
Should invest in vests
Could teach you a lesson
Don't ever lack around me
I ain't 'lowing no one , go spread the message
No way this won't get deaded
Talking all tough 'n dat
Tell me, why did you blow?
I told you it's cold
Be dashing phones
The feds, they want me to go
Guy your shoe look nice (mad)
Got fucked and you did 10 toes
Getting them man from early
And no one ain't backing out phones
Now they want to say that we don't bang
Jus' cah nobody knows
Free GD out the can (free him)
Got me thinking when he's coming home (mad)
The judge wanna do him dirty (dirty)
They don't wanna send a man home (send him)
Around all my bros 'n dat
Hoping the jakes don't take him from home
[Hook: Skengdo] x2
So sick and tired of the foolishness
Like, come we just go and get him (get him)
Chat to the gyaldem (chatty)
And you wan lie to your rasclart bredrin (liars)
Just pause for a second (hold on)
Watch how the crashers step in (mad)
Blacked out, hoodie on, and yes we got those leathers
[Verse 2: AM]
Dududu, dududu, dududu
Wake up, wake up
What's that smell in the air?
Crash gang, fully on violence
If you really wanna take it der
Man know that we do this properly
Everything green like broccoli
Man's tryna do them dirty
And all now, no one ain't stop me
Push that work, man's getting it gone
Diligent dip on anyone's son
Man talk wass get anyone spun
Everyone knows we're getting it done
I was tryna look for the worms in the mud
And all now no one ain't called my bluff
I ain't that cute, yeah I ain't that buff
Girls on me get minimal trust
That's minimal trust, minimal hugs
Girls on me get minimal love
Trust her once, won't do it again
I ain't got time, that's digital cuz
Back my shank onto anyone's friend
Snatch man's soul, that's spiritual cuz
Dash that shank, won't do it again
Feds tryna lock this criminal cuz
I'm in Baghdad
I'm a soldier, I'm in Baghdad
Big stick like a grandad
Hear the woosh-woosh and the bang-bang
Oui oui, Jean-Claude I'm like Van Damme
Like a French man I said 'oui oui'
Trois cinq, bang, bang, bang
[Hook: Skengdo]
So sick and tired of the foolishness
Like, come we just go and get him (get him)
Chat to the gyaldem (chatty)
And you wan lie to your rasclart bredrin (liars)
Just pause for a second (hold on)
Watch how the crashers step in (mad)
Blacked out, hoodie on, and yes we got those leathers
