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?

Verse 1:

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) I'm 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

(Repeat)

Verse 2

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)
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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

Verse 3

S.A.S.:

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?

(Repeat)