Giggs: Fire in the Booth, Pt.4 Lyrics By Giggs
(Jungle Beats holla at me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Stick up that ****, he needed stickin' up
Pick up that ****, he needed pickin' up
Cut all the actin' ****, the jig is up
Fuck up the pattern, these **** sittin' ducks
This is the system but ain't no riggin' up
Yeah, yeah, end of the year I'm a couple million up
Give it up pussy, you better give it up
Mentionin' Hollow, you better big it up
Earliest mornin' I want the figures up
Ring it and ringin' and ringin', ringin' bah
Just smoked a zubbie and got my willie up
Roll it in Rizla, ain't got no Philli blunts
**** are stupid, **** are really dunce
Man they on nothin', this **** really fronts
**** are pussy, these **** really cunts
Stuntin' 100, this **** really stunts
They just fake it to death
Man caught beef, you're mistakin' the chef
OG when I'm takin' them steps
Turn tables and I'm breakin' them decks
Pissed off, they're just makin' me vexxed
Money's on Giggs and he's takin' them bets
Fat pussy just makin' me sweat
Big money just makin' me flex
Big money, just wake up and stretch
Pussy, you get money and pay for respect
Pricks, try diss it we rake up the debt
Man get wicked and make him regret
They're like Hollow, bossed me
Is he plugged in, they're like, "Hollow, must be"
And it's never disrespect, they know Hollow touchy
I'm like "Trust me, my yute," they're like "Hollow, trust me"
Real **** shit
Fake **** stand up, real **** sit
Pussy, this ain't banter, peel **** quick
They was talkin' all that 'til **** dipped
Little rappin' liar
Wrap him up or click it up to rapid fire
Break that brick, get duckin' when that Maccy fire
Man get trigger happy in that black attire
Yeah, Hollow trustin'
Hollow hungry, **** Hollow bustin'
Hollow hustlin'
Quick time, Hollow sussed him
Two can't play that
I'm bringin' it back
Two part playback
And you can't play that
You can't say that
It's that OG who starts Maybachs
And baby, I'm selfish
Go get your own, you can't get my shell fish
She's on the phone with her sis gettin' her nails fixed
He's on the road with a brick gettin' the mail shipped
Big blocks, big blocks
Big watch, big watch
Got them pigs on pig watch
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Hardest they sure
It's a fucking garbage ratio
Compare me to-
They're like, "Nah, that's H though"
They like, "Nah, that's H flow"
And it's hard to make those
I tote that automato
And she's like a tomato
Wet, I went and drenched it
Anything they wanted me to, I went against it
Even when they gave me the sword, I went and fenced it
Man was runnin' 'round on the block with that immense shit
You know the 10 shit
That's why I'm out on the yacht, I know it's rented
But it's expensive
Who does it like me?
And dude doesn't like me
Buck just pulled up
We bought two dozen Nike
I might do something pricey
I might move something spicy
Holler at Clart
I might do something icey
Soon pass Vegas
Anikan Skywalk
I'm like 2 Darth Vaders
And you can't tame us
You ask favors
Man just flexin', do Barbados
