Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Even Think About It , by - S.A.S.Release date: 21.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't Even Think About It |
| Don’t even think about it, don’t even think about it |
| Don’t even think about it, don’t even, what’s really good? |
| Don’t even think about it, don’t even think about it |
| Don’t even think about it, don’t even, we’re really hood? |
| Mayhem: |
| To the sound of the pistol |
| I’m in the V, wit the keys hittin' Leeds and I’m back down in Bristol |
| Gats rattle your top, and shots fly quickly |
| Snap, crackle, and pop, it’s not Rice Crispies |
| Up in London (Bo) Im a O.G. (Bo) |
| Through the dungeons (Bo) to the cold streets |
| If you snitchin' I’ll catch you, slippin' and clap you |
| Cuz May got brains and balls bigger than apples |
| Who slicker than that, but of course I floss |
| In that cherry red porsche with the sports exhaust |
| I’m a G but it cost to floss |
| I will slew you then take the next flight back across the shores |
| You better behave or learn a lesson in rage |
| I’ll step to your stage with a weapon, vest, and grenade |
| Like aye, aye, when May spray the 'K |
| I’ll have your loved ones mourning like the break of day, pray |
| Hook |
| Mayhem: |
| Once upon time there was Mega & May |
| And we started to (What) get cheddar from yay |
| Mega: |
| Flippin' raw packs, more stacks (Bo) what you call that (Bo) |
| Not at all rap brother this all facts |
| Mega: |
| To the sound of the trumpets |
| I’m gettin' pounds, flipping pounds, out of town northbound eating crumpets |
| When I spit it I slug 'em, do not try stick me |
| Paint a picture of London I’m not Guy Richie |
| It’s never me oh (Bo), when you owe me (Bo) |
| I sold kilos (Bo) on the low key |
| I bubble and stash pay, hustle for cash (Hey) |
| Set up shop with hard rocks like the cafe |
| I zone when I spit (yeah) the throne I’m a sit there |
| Loan cheddar while you owe Mega like the wrist wear |
| I’m the King like Stephen, I’m torture |
| Get money off the books, I ain’t even a author |
| Like whoop, there it is, the coupe there it is |
| 22's like hula-hoops, there it is |
| I send fire mate, while your empires fake |
| Cuz they got more floors than the empire state, say |
| Hook |
| Mayhem: |
| Yo we not from H-World, but May’s a Globe Trotter |
| Been around the world with coast to coast scholars |
| Back on dem roads, I posed and sold scama |
| Body armor, we roast and ghost drama |
| Fuck a lame whore (Bo) I got 'caine raw (Bo) |
| S.A.S got the streets buzzin' like a chain saw |
| We Dipset top-a-fellos |
| That’ll pop the metal and turn your muthafuckin' top to jello, hello |
| Mega: |
| Who rocks more jewels than Elizabeth |
| What is you illiterate, forget about the lyrics I spit |
| It’s more than rapping B, I’m packing see |
| And what you call a scar is a scratch to me, fam |
| I was making grands with my family |
| Now I’m the best man like my mans getting married |
| Coke, E’s, keys of the sticky trees |
| I decided to double my cheese like it’s Mickey D’s, please |
| Don’t even think about it, don’t even think about it |
| Don’t even think about it, don’t even, what’s really good? |
| Don’t even think about it, don’t even think about it |
| Don’t even think about it, don’t even, we’re really hood? |