Текст песни 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