Intro: Giggs
Turn up the headphones, man
Steel Banglez
Yeah
Chyeah, let's do it
Verse: Giggs
Kick a door, got it in a figure four
What you saying, rich or poor
We ain't playing with the score
Got 'em laying on the floor
Yeah, I'm never running out of ideas
'Bout to get it cracking on America
I haven't been there in 'bout nine years
Driver slide gears
I've seen shit that'd make you cry tears Trust
Can't turn the clocks back
Yeah, but give it time and hope the mind clears
Mouths wide
Yeah, these niggas hungry and they're outside
Yeah, we can't trust 'em, so we out spies
Swatting niggas like flies
You love gossip and you like lies
That bitch cocky, but I like shy
I've got proper niggas like sky
Pop a nigga like, Bye
Shit, where's the weed gone
Shit's getting, bitch get your freak on
Punched up and knocked out, where's your street gone
That's something that Giggs wouldn't speak on
Yeah, you defend spy
Got the MAC for your ten stripes
In the back, in the Denz White
Was in the trap with Uncle Ben's rice
You should know men's ability
Big cheques, Hollow got grown man stability
Yeah, you're stuck in your programme facility
Jokers, niggas are joke mans, they mimic me Ha-ha-ha
She was angry with man, but forgiven me
I'm done with these dumb yutes' stupidity
Moist yutes up in my ear, that's humidity Ah
Smash, that's your picture broke Broke
Different strokes for different folks, we was whipping dough Whipping dough
Be specific, but you sissies won't
We just skip it, use a skipping rope
Dipping, Hollow dipping low Low
Pool party Yeah, I might dip a toe Yeah
Hollow, Joe Grind, watch these niggas grow Grow
That's some bigger Giggs and a bigger Joe Joe
Last year, Wembley, want a bigger show Show
I want bigger bread Yeah, I want Jigga dough Yeah
Still that nigga, though
Yeah, she was waving from the middle row Ah
Who's that in that nigga's throne Ah
She's not interested, leave that bitch alone Ah
Hollowman certaintly, watch that nigga roam Roam
That's not even ends, he's not even home
Mash force
Little brother in a black Porsche
Hollow dripping, that's sauce
I could take you on a crash course
So what you sipping
Links got enabled
Linked up with Banglez, drinks on the table
You best sync up the label Sync up, man
It's not regular, just occasional
Intro: Giggs
Turn up the headphones, man
Steel Banglez
Yeah
Chyeah, let's do it
Verse: Giggs
Kick a door, got it in a figure four
What you saying, rich or poor
We ain't playing with the score
Got 'em laying on the floor
Yeah, I'm never running out of ideas
'Bout to get it cracking on America
I haven't been there in 'bout nine years
Driver slide gears
I've seen shit that'd make you cry tears Trust
Can't turn the clocks back
Yeah, but give it time and hope the mind clears
Mouths wide
Yeah, these niggas hungry and they're outside
Yeah, we can't trust 'em, so we out spies
Swatting niggas like flies
You love gossip and you like lies
That bitch cocky, but I like shy
I've got proper niggas like sky
Pop a nigga like, Bye
Shit, where's the weed gone
Shit's getting, bitch get your freak on
Punched up and knocked out, where's your street gone
That's something that Giggs wouldn't speak on
Yeah, you defend spy
Got the MAC for your ten stripes
In the back, in the Denz White
Was in the trap with Uncle Ben's rice
You should know men's ability
Big cheques, Hollow got grown man stability
Yeah, you're stuck in your programme facility
Jokers, niggas are joke mans, they mimic me Ha-ha-ha
She was angry with man, but forgiven me
I'm done with these dumb yutes' stupidity
Moist yutes up in my ear, that's humidity Ah
Smash, that's your picture broke Broke
Different strokes for different folks, we was whipping dough Whipping dough
Be specific, but you sissies won't
We just skip it, use a skipping rope
Dipping, Hollow dipping low Low
Pool party Yeah, I might dip a toe Yeah
Hollow, Joe Grind, watch these niggas grow Grow
That's some bigger Giggs and a bigger Joe Joe
Last year, Wembley, want a bigger show Show
I want bigger bread Yeah, I want Jigga dough Yeah
Still that nigga, though
Yeah, she was waving from the middle row Ah
Who's that in that nigga's throne Ah
She's not interested, leave that bitch alone Ah
Hollowman certaintly, watch that nigga roam Roam
That's not even ends, he's not even home
Mash force
Little brother in a black Porsche
Hollow dripping, that's sauce
I could take you on a crash course
So what you sipping
Links got enabled
Linked up with Banglez, drinks on the table
You best sync up the label Sync up, man
It's not regular, just occasional