Lyrics Don't Look - Carns Hill, Zone 2

Don't Look

Gang, gang
17 minus 10, minus 5
That one’s quick maths (2)
Man just stepped with Bruce in a 2.2
Finna go dip that (ching, ching)
Man just lean out the ride did a boot
And Snoop’s tryna go with man (bap, bap)
This one’s coming in a Buckaroo ting
Out with man kick back
No time when we step round there
Someone get slapped with pole
Big bruck back in my waps, can’t lie
It can’t even fit in my coat (true)
Jevillian (?) dishin out smoke (true)
I got corn for a nigga and hole
I just 2−2 stepped and flexed
Bro if not then I’m chillin in O
Pull up on your friends
Hop out a whip that’s skeng
Tryna leave Bagel (?) fatal
Bally on face us fours (true)
Man just pull up with shade
Quay man’s face, clean man’s fam
Man just hit Dons, but I ain’t hit squad
Shout out to MN Dons
Six and Esco too, I knock I got it times 2
And I swear Teezy got aired
How the fuck did he make it through?
And I really done shave up loose
Six and P done my man too
Man on no Moscow March
Man step and flex, man done it with Snoop
Don’t look
No amount of man on man we shoot
No amount of gangs on gangs that’s shook
Packs of cash and amm we took
Gyally on me like my Rambo, but
She heard I’m a big fat crook (aye aye)
I got this wap on me I’ll shoot
You better turn your head don’t look
Don’t look
No amount of man on man we shoot
No amount of gangs on gangs that’s shook
Packs of cash and amm we took
Gyally on me like my Rambo, but
She heard I’m a big fat crook (aye aye)
I got this wap on me I’ll shoot
You better turn your head don’t look