WHISTLE STYLE Lyrics By Giggs

• Artist Giggs
• Featured Kyze
• Title WHISTLE STYLE
• Album Str8 Murkin'

Big motherfuckin' ripe
See, you know what time it is, you get me?
Yo, Sug, catch this one
The banana that the goons took
Ain't nothing like them ones in Baloo's book
No, you can't use my car, use your two foot
Late night in that trap with the food cook
Man's so poetic
Two phone calls then man goes to get it (yeah)
Steak well-done, think man won't fillet it (yeah)
Shave off Ps, think man won't Gillette it (yeah)
Drink up, now that bitch Amaretted
This that Prezi Obama edit
G's so heavy, he's harder-headed
He's so sick that he's after medics
I'm bringing my Glock 'round to party (yeah)
That pussy get chopped down, karate (mm)
And knock it right back to the future (yeah)
That pussy get Doc Brown and Marty'd (jeez)
Yeah, women'll flock round Ferrarris (yeah)
But women are pop down fi caan mi
I'm digging that soft brown punani
The women, ah, swarm me, they want me
I 'member when man had two phones (phones)
One was personal, one's to move stones (yeah)
Just left Tina's, back to Tyrone's (yeah)
Dropped off Peter's, had to fly home (yeah)
Just got back and bagged a wide load and
Trap got hot, I have to lie low and
Man got rapped, the MAC, he got stolen
Youts got gassed, man had to console 'em
They're thinking they lock down the jungle (right)
I'm ready to rock, roll and rumble
MAC sound is Snow White (yeah)
The Glock sound's Rapunzel
I heard that yout's got the high grade (yeah)
I'm looking to lock down a bundle (ooh)
I'm looking at Ice Queen to run to (run to)
Then give her a baby like Rumpel
Mm, like Rumpel (yeah)
What you saying, cuz? (Here we go)
You back on the road
Let's go, yeah (listen)
Guess who's back on the corner?
Two not guiltys, fuck the informer
Yo, Giggs, them Ds are out of order
Locking up an innocent man, fam, that's torture (nah)
Anyway, man's back, and that's a good look
Phoning old gyal like she's back in man's good books (yo)
Man's a gyalist, man got gyal hood hooked
She heard about the beat, she don't care about man's good looks (what?)
That line deserved a couple bloop bloops
Expect nothing less from this nicely rhymed hood crook
Seasoned, I can sell you that cookbook
But man's hungry, so you might get that buj took (gimme that)
Man's home and the vibes are all wavy
Got couple hot gyal on my Insta gone crazy
So, if you see me in your ends in the PM
It's probably 'cause she sent me the poom poom through the DM (hello?)
Catch me with Big Zeeks in the BM (Zeeks)
Rolling past the haters like we can't see them
That's a lie, why? I can't pretend
They're the inspiration, like we can't be them (never)
Oh, wow, I'm feeling myself (yeah)
If you know you're a prick, go and beat up yourself
If I was you, I would beat off a shelf
Let the whole world know that I'm bad breed as well
Gunman, but your gun got no shells (what?)
Weed man, but your ganja don't smell
You man are stuck with that grub that won't sell
Man, step out of the dance, you man got no girls
Summertime punani's gone mad (mad)
Do it for my young G cuh my dargy's on tag
Party, have a word with them slags
Going home with two birds for the bird that man had
Ahh, shit
Kyze, it's good to have you on, you know
The game missed you
Trust me, it's that new ting
Straight murkin', that ****, you know Giggs
Man know when mans hates me
Big motherfuckin' ripe, so