S.A.S. - On Dem Roads lyrics

Streets out, sh** S.A.S., Dipset, Eurogang Verse 1 Mayhem: Might catch May in Rockaway Bullet in the handgun Six things of shots a spray 'case you and your man run To down to rob again Hold your seed ransom and have to call the coppers dem Police and the feds come Welcome to London Where if we tell you that we're gonna stick Best believe there's no interruptions We stack dough with lumpsums I put my city on the map, I give a f** where you come from I'm in tip-top shape And if your crib got weight, great, you can get your wig rocked mate Grip a six-shot 8, cuz shoot bazooka papo I'm movin Flaco, dame, Rugers like a Tahoe Harm who, I'll get at you clowns And get Adamu to clap you down I'm a general And we dem British thugs, that get rid of slugs Drop kids, rock more wigs thana British judge A beast on the cash route, streets pull me back out Disappeared, crafted, mastered, I'm back out Beef better back out, cuz heats bend a back out Slugs torch ya side when the piece end ya back out The kid is messy, on ice like I'm Gretzky I slab and spit a epilepsy, you get it Guard your women, S.A.S. born in Britian The Don is pimpin' on more f**s than contradictions Let's get it Hook S.A.S.: Oh no, we ready to roll We be on dem roads We pop off like there they go So pop off if it's a issue co*k and then pop your pistol f** if the cops'll get you My copper tops'll hit you (Repeat) Verse 2 Mega: This is for my Gs, what All of my peeps locked Doin' time behind the walls like it's sheetrock These cops wanna bug me cuz I keep rocks Picture me livin' drug-free, this ain't Detox Sliced down to Cuba, nice in Aruba That's right, I'm a mover Type that'll move ya Got shotties on blocks, I'm nice with the Ruger So more bodies'll drop than the fight of a loser Boo swap, manueve cops, my tools pop Two shots go, check up your knees like tube socks Whoo, I'm on some hoodie-hoo Tipped off, who are you Ticked off if kicked, pissed off to the Lou' Nah, n***a, pa** the doogaloo I blast real fast, have ya a** do the Boogaloo Uh, I'm slewin' you, know I'll put a few in you I get it poppin', I'm poppin' and sprayin' up your funeral And vibe to the beat, it paint a picture for me And you can vision what I'm spittin', there's a picture to see See I develop the flow, from gettin' cheddar off blow I never said I was HOV but I'll rock a fella fa' sho' See it's art and I'm the teacher, what the heat on my hip fo' And pardon, you a diva, plus you sweeter than Lep, no I'm the sh** bro, it's Dipset mane I put the Eagle to your chest like a Dipset chain Bang Hook