S.A.S. - Don't Even Think About It lyrics

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?

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 OG (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

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

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

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)
SAS 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

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?