Really Do Road

By 410

On Baghdad Mixtape

Released on April 30, 2017

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[Intro]

Yeah

Hold tight my 410 niggas, innit


[Verse 1: Rjay]

Ring-trap everyday, tell my young G buss' that draw

And if you catch an opp lacking lil nigga don't talk, just bore

Said they want war with the mandem, said they want war with the 4's (410, 410)

Them niggas talk too much, like them niggas don't want war (Ka-boom, ka-boom)

I used to be local, now I take hella trips for the money (For the money)

Might down rap for the ambiance, might down lane for the sunny (For the sunny)

Shit is not a joke, if I back out the ting; they're running (They're running)

Young Rendo with the choo', tell my nigga, "Don't talk just bun him" (Ka-boom, ka-boom)

And if you don't make P's on the road, my brother, you're a jokeman (You're a jokeman)

And if you talk about beef on the roads, my young g assault man ('Sault, 'sault)

Man'a got cash for days, and man'a got gyal on the lingo (Gyal on the lingo)

Man'a just beat man gyal, man'a might have to beat man's ting bro

But then it's back to the trap, flick packs, better know I got a whole load of them

Breaking out tens

Them boy, they're gems

We can never be friends

Like fuck your ends

And fuck your friends

It's ring, trap to the ends


[Verse 2: Skengdo]

Kick down doors and run up in house, roll with the robbers, it's mad (Bow)

Hammers on deck, no face, no case like, darg, I ain't tryna get grabbed (No)

Big dipper on me, I poke up a don who thinks he's bad (Dip, dip, dip)

They try link up with the opps, now they're pissed they're beefing the 'dads

Got things on things, it's mad

Them boy, they dashing

They don't want it from man (They don't want it from man, nah)

They say it's the truth, but I've never seen man (But I've never seen no-one)

Like AM will shake that can (Who?)

Pressurise that, hear it go bang

Just hear it go bang

Your young boy's got that thing, he's taller than you but he's running from man (Dashing)

Ten-toes stepping with a green ballie with a chef 'cause I do it with gang

0.8 in the Ben, only my niggas are seeing the grams (Ching)

Claim that you're on me

Well I beg you please stop running from man (Stop running, man)

They had Young Ren, so certi'

Don't want no beef, they're nerdy

And they soon get smoked like Percy

They talk about me

Talk about me, best hashtag lurky

Snap in the ends, big whips all swervy (Swerve)

Mr roll with the rah

I got a new ting 'cause the last was dirty


[Verse 3: AM]

I am the A, I am the M (AM)

Free S9, got nicked for the skeng (Bow, bow)

Eighteen years been out on the ten

And if you try come everyting get dead

Man got the worms

Thought you should know

When it gets hot, everyting must go (Hmm)

Cats in the room but they want that snow

Shutdown shop, everyone go home

I don't wanna hear no chat

Why you gonna lie like that

Cah you got sent OT, then you got sent right back

Every time I see them man

I ain't trying to shake no hands

I'm just gonna buss my gun and take those grams

I ain't gotta say too much

Man chat shit, get touched

Came 'round there, came in a four-door truck

When they see man, they cut

They ain't on piss, niggas ain't got no guts

Niggas shoulda went upsuh

Now they affi run, now they affi run from us

Now they affi run from us

When are they gonna learn

When I bring shots, they burn

When I bring shots, they burn (Nah)

Send a man home, you don't wanna see no worms (Nah)

You don't wanna see no worms (Nuh-uh)

Man best smile when you walk in the mains

Spill man's juice all over the place

More time I heard that you were lipsing a whore

I'll put juice all over her face, ugh


[Outro: Skengdo]

Hah, it's mad

410 shit, yeah

Fuck the opps, yeah

Free S9, free Steggs, free FA

Free all the fucking mandem

Fuck the opps

Gang