410 - Think Again lyrics

4 f**ing 10.. n***as Know.. f** the Opps [Verse 1: Sparkz] Came to your strip Everybody ran Rounds with the mob n***as get spun Kick down doors Heard you're the plug Take man's food Thanks very much f** shanks man I like big guns Mash in my jeans ten toes on my ones Owe me Ps? must be nuts Crying to your face n***a where's my funds? Twelve inch on my waist that's stainless Twelve inch on my waist go through chest plates little n***a this knife is dangerous 410K what where? say that to my face leave man on the pavement Juice man then I bill up the pin-head amm to the face and my amm needs patience I just wan crash Sykes tell em move hella amm, if you see me better run like Flash Run a man down with a pole, send nuff corn in a opp boy's back (nuff) Click-clack-bow, six good shots, spinal cracked Come to your block, ramsey or pole, do man proper then ghost Back to the ends on my own (OJ) Phone up wrap for a bit, phone up wrap for a box of the cro' Trap and bang, my head's hella hot and my heart's hella cold [Verse 2: Y.Rendo] Them cold nights I was out there with my bro Snipes Plus DJ we was gripping on them cold knives Keep talking, just wait till it's show time Let the whole gang gon come through, truss me, it's home time Put digits up in that trap line Cats call me, they love mine Heat man up with that sunshine 410 that's 41-circle, big dots that will dump guys Rest in peace my brudda Shak, that's broski from long time No you don't come to the F, you go Tennessee's you jokeman Flexing with your girl, but she's topping off the whole gang (s*ut, s*ut, s*ut) Catch man in a hurry I'll steak man that curry (Bang) I'll leave scenes all bloody You're acting like you're cruddy (No) I'll slap man in the gully (Slap) And little nut with the brukky (Boom) And add a K you're funny Got 20 man on ten toes and all of them were bunny And saying that he wan' beef me, but he licks bum that's bummy And I say f** you, f** your friends, I only want this money And f** alla these silly opps, I'm still getting this money Get the drop, drop an opp, cut somewhere sunny And T Face the savage one will leave man all muddy 5 opps, 1 me, and all of them were runny (dashy) [Verse 3: A.M] Them man there don't know what I'm on Man got bells all over the drum Man get top then skeet on her tongue Them man there put juice in her bum That sh** wrong Tell a man Ehh Put two bells up there and I skrr Man wan scuff up, tell a man nah 1 2 corn, just send a man there Girls wan' kiss, just look at my face I ain't that buff, cut to the chase I don't want love, I just want face You just want Ps, but it's too late Why you so broke get the f** out my face Only got Qs or 10s or 8s I don't give a f** if you f** with the boss Man's A.M and I f** with the gauge A.M You might know me for them robberies, when I backed the skeng Or the madting when I chased man and he left his friend (Neeks) You get jook jook in your head back you won't think again (Nah) You won't think again Boom-Bam in her face Then I skeet skeet on her tongue And if her boyfriend wan chat sh**, I'll put one in his lung (Jook jook jook) Jook me, are you dumb? Beef me, are you dumb? I swear down on my mums life I'll punish man with that drum (Ehh ehh)