Do It Again - cB

This corn too big for the clip

Rah, it’s BKay you know

We the ones that put smoke on roads

Call me grim reaper, collecting souls

That blade never left my hip

This corn too big for the clip

Two step with a loaded stick

See a opp and I’ll blow that quick

On violence, what?

You didn’t know?

We the ones who put smoke on roads

Main road, that’s anywhere goes

Call me grim reaper, collecting souls

This beef won’t dead

Tryna fill him with lead

I put skengs in cars and skengs on peds

Had the other side stress

When I got 'round there I left corn in men

And I’ll do it again

Don’t fuck with the gang, this corn’s intense

And will take off heads

If you slip when we slide, then you’re meeting death

I’ll get him down for the set

When we didn’t have waps, we stepped with shanks

And niggas still got cheffed

We ain’t shootin' blanks, this corn will crash

And will leave man stretch

Don’t lack on your block

That’s a instant M if I hop out the ride with M

Get him down for my bros, that’s normal

Anytime, any place, phone my phone

These niggas just bad on the net

But live in the flesh, they ain’t on smoke

Tell the driver, spin that whip like I spun that pole

That’s main road, anywhere it goes

Go ask the opps 'bout me, they can tell how I scored that goal

Like, let’s play footy

Got my gloves and hoodie

And they know what’s goody

And they know man’s Woody

And I’m involved fully

I got beef with rookies

They take trips so they can take pics

But when it’s me that slides

Only thing in the ride is me and a loaded clip

And I took that risk when I stepped on strips

Tryna leave man wigged

They ain’t been on, never, this beef is pepper

How many guys got hit?

The beef’s back and forth but the goals we scored

They can’t score like this

All the things I saw, all the guys I’ve bored

I’ve took loads of risk

This beef won’t dead

Tryna fill him with lead

I put skengs in cars and skengs on peds

Had the other side stress

When I got 'round there I left corn in men

And I’ll do it again

Don’t fuck with the gang, this corn’s intense

And will take off heads

If you slip when we slide, then you’re meeting death

I’ll get him down for the set

When we didn’t have waps, we stepped with shanks

And niggas still got cheffed

We ain’t shootin' blanks, this corn will crash

And will leave man stretch

Don’t lack on your block

That’s a instant M if I hop out the ride with M

I swear I really live this life

Come a long way from kitchen knives

Now it’s just broad day bootings

Anywhere it goes, I won’t think twice

Tryna get man got when I rise this mop

Man know I only aim up high

If I step and you step, it’s a different thing when I step

I’m tryna take lives

And we do this proper

And this corn don’t stutter

Don’t lack cah the roads ain’t safe

And ou don’t wanna stress you’re mother

I’ll do it like I done man’s brother

What’s that, another?

That blade never left my hip

This corn too big for the clip

Two step with a loaded stick

See a opp and I’ll blow that quick

That blade never left my hip

This corn too big for the clip

Two step with a loaded stick

See a opp and I’ll blow that quick

On violence, what?

You didn’t know?

We the ones that put smoke on roads

Main road, that’s anywhere goes

Call me grim reaper, collecting souls

This beef won’t dead

Tryna fill him with lead

I put skengs in cars and skengs on peds

Had the other side stress

When I got 'round there I left corn in men

And I’ll do it again

Don’t fuck with the gang, this corn’s intense

And will take off heads

If you slip when we slide, then you’re meeting death

I’ll get him down for the set

When we didn’t have waps, we stepped with shanks

And niggas still got cheffed

We ain’t shootin' blanks, this corn will crash

And will leave man stretch

Don’t lack on your block

That’s a instant M if I hop out the ride with M

Rah, it’s BKay you know