Don't Even Think About It (S.A.S)

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) 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 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 (2x) 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 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 (2x) 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 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? (2x)