Giggs - Ruler

| Giggs - Ruler | Lyrics |

***Giggs***
Trap for that...
And man got the cash for that...
Man's with them OG riders...
Man got the mash for that...
Man got the high grade, grab that...
Round there from the rastaman...
He's like "yo, anna my yout, have that."
And right there, had to bust a man...
Man's really been there, done that...
Man's got the cap for that...
Buck, that's my OG rider...
And man's got his back for that...
Man quickly called up Saj quick...
He said "man's got the pack for that."
Beep-beep, got the M16 texts...
And man's got the crack for that...
Yeah, man brought the pasta back...
Man dropped the big bad album...
And man got congrats for that...
Man got you gassed for that...
Man was all gassed up talking...
And man got relaxed for that...
Man's got the mash and that...
Humble, man's got the mash and that...
Man get the big checks, numbers...
Man's gotta do maths and that...
Man's got the gaffe and that...
Long gone, man's got a gap and that...
Giggs, big boss, flexing...
Man better caption that...

***Giggs***
Super...
Yeah, man's on a super swoop...
Man's so shit...
But man's got the pooper scoop...
King Koopa...
Man send the Koopa Troops...
Send an Uber...
Man's got a move to scoot...
Hoover...
Oop-dooby-dooby-doo...
I got smoother...
I got too many moves to move...
Ruler...
But I'm sweet with the juicy fruit...
I get mula...
I've got scoops upon scoops on scoops...

***Giggs***
6oz o'clock...
Yeah, man had to open shop...
Man was a trapstar badman...
Man had the poker dots...
Man was a rasclart madman...
Out there with the boka shots...
Link Steve at the Anchor pub...
And link Mike at the sofa shop...
Man had to kick the door...
Man wasn't supposed to knock...
Man are them real 'Nam riders...
Man wasn't supposed to mock...
And man coming through, street sweeping...
Man wasn't supposed to mop...
So man can just tweet, keep tweeting...
Till man get a culture shock...
Man got a culture shock...
Yeah, man got an open top...
Man hit up new friends, drivers...
Man got his chauffeur popped...
Man better scope the clock...
Eating, man better scope the gwop...
Man want your food, cereal, everyting...
Man want your Coco Pops...
Yeah, man's got the map for that...
Man dissed them OG riders...
Then man's coming back for man...
Steamrolling...
Yeah, man's been a tractor gang...
I get bands and it's back to plans...
What? Man couldn't chat to man...

***Giggs***
Super...
Yeah, man's on a super swoop...
Man's so shit...
But man's got the pooper scoop...
King Koopa...
Man send the Koopa Troops...
Send an Uber...
Man's got a move to scoot...
Hoover...
Oop-dooby-dooby-doo...
I got smoother...
I got too many moves to move...
Ruler...
But I'm sweet with the juicy fruit...
I get mula...
I've got scoops upon scoops on scoops...

| Giggs - Ruler | Lyrics |

Sing: Giggs
Song: Ruler
Album: Wamp 2 Dem
Released: 2017

Giggs - Peligro (Feat. Dave)

| Giggs - Peligro (Feat. Dave) | Lyrics |

***Giggs***
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let's start it off like this, nice and easy...

***Giggs***
Confer with the linguo...
Weed smoke, but don't open the window...
Light up, man's smokin' the Indo...
Click-clack, door open and bingo...
Two straps, named Jimbo and Ringo...
Pink top, I stepped out in flamingo...
Big boss, I stepped out with a bimbo...
And I hate to lose, but feels nice when you win though...
I clocked the damage...
English boy just came through, nigga, what's the panic?
Clocked the "what the f*ck"s and nigga clocked the "dammit!"s.
F*ck that geezer, f*ck that game and f*ck that marriage...
Man's just cheeky, man's just neeky, plus embarrassed...
Why's he even speaking or discussing talent?
Man can't even breathe in his disgusting palace...
Man can't even leave when niggas buck that ballad...
Better aim for respect, cuz...
Aim for the cheque, blud, better aim for the neck, cuz...
Just take out a next yout, then take out a next one...
Eat up a man's food, then eat up a next one...
Lost the strap? Then take up a next gun...
You're about as fake as the next yout, and he's as fake as the next one...
I just switched that whip, I gotta bait up a next one...
I just make me a hit, and make up a next one...

***Giggs***
I clocked the damage...
English boy just came through, nigga, shut the planet...
What you talkin' about?
Trust me...
Oh, they thought it was just me?
We got bare shit over there, man, you get me?

***Dave***
Tell my man come off the road...
Go get a job and salary...
Them man sell Diet Coke...
That food's got zero calories...
Them jewels like jiggerdy-jaggerdy...
That diamond's got zero clarity...
I don't wanna get pissed off...
See a man lift off, that's zero gravity...
Anyway, actually...
Who's that girl with her back to me?
I was gonna move to her then, but I left it...
Let the convo come naturally...
Then...
Man ah just run that casually...
Big cougar ting on all fours...
Man, it feels like I've got a tiger tryna tackle me...
She said: "you're a little cub, don't fight it"
Fam, I could've lost my vision...
Ask Hus, the punder was blindin'
Now a lot of man are talking violent...
Everyone been out here ridin'
But manna just call them Simba...
Dem man are just kings of lying...
Dem man are just lyin' kings...
They ain't coppin' no diamond rings...
And f*cking Swarovski crystals...
They ain't putting no white in cling...
They ain't givin' out light and dark, or dark or light, or either thing...
Your Mr. still pickin' up Qs.
M-R, that's a minor risk...
Remember when man came through...
Not one of them girls were flirtin'
'Til Jus pulled up in a Jurgen Klopp BM...
That's an angry German...
Man are not bad in person...
I'm with guys that are ridin' solo...
That'll do it like Ralph Lauren...
That's one long stick and a blacked out polo...
Two brownin's wanna come to the Vale...
Like "David, when you gonna send that postcode?"
Tell her meet me at the station...
No location, everyting local...
25 minutes on tube...
Everyting cool, everything sorted...
And the girl that I linked was peng...
But her friend ain't nice so everyting awkward...

| Giggs Feat. Dave - Peligro | Lyrics |

Sing: Giggs & Dave
Song: Peligro
Album: Wamp 2 Dem
Released: 2017

Giggs - Horror Movie

| Giggs - Horror Movie | Lyrics |

***Giggs***
Yeah...
Illa, you've got a fucking horror movie here...
Haha...

***Giggs***
Whole game's up for the taking...
Yeah, man's going hard and we...
We all been stars in the making...
Yeah, man's gonna start and we...
Started with world domination...
But right now, I'm at the bar with a...
With a Barbie in cute conversation...
And right now, I'm in a car with her...
Chick come with her man, she's getting taken...
And right now, I'm in demand with her...
She had the work permit and got the placement...
And right now, I'm gonna start with her...
Straps and the shells in the cases...
'Cause man wanna start with us...
Man's getting stamped on the pavement...
And getting dragged in the car with us...
Yeah, man's getting slapped in their faces...
What, man wanna arm with us?
Man take it back to the basics...
Now man wanna start with us...
Man brought it to them niggas HD...
But man wanna SCART with us...
Man get distressed and get it dancing...
What, man wanna dance with us?
Man wanna work and get the hits in...
What, man wanna chart with us?
Man running over, getting kicks in...
What, man getting dark with us?
Man had the bricks and got the bits in...
What, man got the cart with us?
Man get it clapping with the biscuit...
What, man wanna bark with us?
Man's got some niggas over Brixton...
Put their hands on their heart with us...
Handled some niggas with the kitchen...
And they were far from us...
Couple Catholic niggas and some Christians...
Couple Muslims that march with us...
Pap-pap for them niggas that are snitching...
Niggas span in the car from us...
Man just with Gunna Dee and Wax there...
Nigel and Clark with us...
Somebody's gonna get a slap, yeah?
If man wanna talk to us...
What, man think that they can bring it back, yeah?
What, man wanna park the bus?
And think that they can bring the crack, yeah?
Man whip the marvellous...
Chandelier...
Flow's looking marbler...
Radio, tell him bring her back, yeah?
And send a barber up...
Mad heavy niggas from US now...
Stand in the dance with us...
Man tell me "Hollowman, you're cold, man."
And brought the jargon up...
Yeah, Giggs putting niggas on the map now...
And booked the class for us...
Man with some niggas in the background...
Strap and a mask, you know...
MAC and a mask, you know...
Yeah, 'cause the strap, gotta mask it up...
Yeah, chat got you niggas in a mess now...
Pap-pap, got the casket up...
Been gym and you got a little chest now?
Like fam wouldn't blast it up...
Man talking greazy on the website...
Man caught the bastard up...

***Giggs***
Haha...
I told you, you know, it's a fucking horror movie...
Yeah...
Ahh...
Watch it, watch it, watch it...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

| Giggs - Horror Movie | Lyrics |

Sing: Giggs
Song: Horror Movie
Album: Wamp 2 Dem
Released: 2017

Giggs - Outsiders (Feat. D Double E & Footsie)

| Giggs - Outsiders (Feat. D Double E & Footsie) | Lyrics |

***D Double E***
Oh my word...

***Giggs***
We don't like outsiders, we don't like outsiders...
I know off-key yardies and some low-key naijas...
Southside OG, OG southsiders...
Strip club on Friday, I might throw some fivers...
Yeah, finders' keepers, so I hope it's finders...
I let the white go cheapest, and let the dope fiends find us...
We're standing outside Keisha's, this was about '05-ish...
Was handing out these pizzas, man had to duck these sirens...
You nigga like these pilots, we don't like these pirates...
Silencer, we gon' light these silent...
Yeah, violent yout, he's lookin' like he's violent...
I don't trust that yout, he's lookin' like he's Trident...
Loud pack, that's what we like, we buy them...
Fry them, you see them eye dem red, he's lookin' like he tried them...
Little bad mind yout, that's why a man don't like them...
But his b*tch look good, I'm lookin' like "Alright den."

***Giggs***
We don't like outsiders...
We don't like outsiders...
Bloodclart insects...
We jump out like spiders...
We be them ride out youts...
Yeah, that's right, we riders...
Cuh man are God bless youts...
These likkle man need guidance...

***Footsie***
We don't like outsiders, we don't like outsiders...
I just stepped outside, inna mi socks and sliders...
Eastside OG's, the OG eastsiders...
Man ain't got a skateboard, but you know we're grinders...
But I've got the peng food, crushing up in grinders...
It's like I'm on the D Block, man are straight ruff ryders...
Them bwoy, they are plastic, just like the new fivers...
Look, shit will get drastic, I dare a man try us...
Swear down, it's a long ting, I swear down, it's a long ting...
Them man there are on stuff, them man, they are on tings...
Spare me the long talk, look, spare me the long ting...
I can get a man boxed up, like my name was Don King...
Got the thinking boxed up, like I just when shopping...
When will it stop? But I ain't stopping...
When will I flop? But I ain't flopping...
Haters stare but I ain't watching...
Nobody ain't got time for that...
Look, if a man ain't inna my circle...
Nobody ain't got time for chat...

***Giggs***
We don't like outsiders...
We don't like outsiders...
Bloodclart insects...
We jump out like spiders...
We be them ride out youts...
Yeah, that's right, we riders...
We just lodged them feds...
Yeah, that's right, we drivers...

***D Double E***
We don't like outsiders, we don't like outsiders...
We send them shots, send them gliders...
Let's put 'em to the test, let's see if he's a riders...
None of your dogs ain't got nothing on none of my rottweilers...
I got the bird call, 'cause I got insiders...
Connected to the road, connected to the insiders...
I got the thugs on lock, and I got the getaway drivers...
See a man bumblebee, I got the army of my beehivers...
Us man are hunters, them man are good hiders...
Get a hole in your hat like one of them old school visors...
Bu da bup bup, them man there ain't from my corner...
Them man there ain't from my circle...
What do we call them man? Outsiders...
No one cares about them man there cuh...
What do we call them man? Outsiders...
Them man there can't get in the dance cuh...
What do we call them man? Outsiders...
Man'll go Brexit on them...
Pull out the ting, flex it on them (Blap!)
New ting, test it on them (Blap)
With the big ting, bu da bup bup...

***Giggs***
We don't like outsiders...
We don't like outsiders...
Bloodclart insects...
We jump out like spiders...
We be them ride out youts...
Yeah, that's right, we riders...
Cuh man are God bless youts...
These likkle man need guidance...

| Giggs Feat. D Double E & Footsie - Outsiders | Lyrics |

Sing: Giggs, D Double E & Footsie
Song: Outsiders
Album: Wamp 2 Dem
Released: 2017

Giggs - 50 Cali

| Giggs - 50 Cali | Lyrics |

***Giggs***
I'ma get that iron, go and get the bally...
All these niggas lying like they're 50 Cali...
All these niggas lying, got the sickest tally...
All these shots are flying, niggas dip and dally...
Better grip a knife, better grip a Stanley...
Smash him with a bat, nigga's hit a whammy...
Damn a nigga nice, gotta get a Grammy...
Fam I've got the strally out, kinda hit him jammy...

***Giggs***
All these jumping stacks, all these jumping stacks...
Nigga grab the Mac, got him jumping back...
Got 'em jumping 'round, like they're jumping jacks...
Always talking shit, they ain't jumping jack...
Used to hunt the trap, used to front a stack...
Now I grab the mic, like a hundred racks...
Made a little space, now I hunt the plaque...
Got another one, so I hung the plaque...
Got a funky vibe from a funky pack...
They don't wanna ride, they don't wanna clap...
They don't wanna die, they just wanna rap...
They don't wanna cry, they just want him back...

***Giggs***
Niggas gonna ride, niggas gonna dash...
Niggas gonna die, bodies going splat...
Niggas going by, strallys going blap...
Strallys going blap, everybody flat...
Niggas gonna ride, niggas gonna dash...
Niggas gonna die, bodies going splat...
Niggas going by, strallys going blap...
Strallys going blap, everybody flat...

***Giggs***
On the otherside everybody's gassed...
Damn a nigga fire, damn a nigga flash...
Bag of niggas tried, bag of niggas flat...
Bag a bigger pie, that's a bigger stack...
Used to bag a tight little bit of crack...
Started with a 9 then I brang 'em back...
Then the shots were flying, niggas banging straps...
Niggas started banging so we bang 'em back...
Niggas tried to bring it so we brang it back...
Niggas started ringing so we rang it back...
Niggas started swinging so we swang it back...
Niggas just some gimmicks, I'm that man in black...

***Giggs***
Niggas gonna ride, niggas gonna dash...
Niggas gonna die, bodies going splat...
Niggas going by, strallys going blap...
Strallys going blap, everybody flat...
Niggas gonna ride, niggas gonna dash...
Niggas gonna die, bodies going splat...
Niggas going by, strallys going blap...
Strallys going blap, everybody flat...

| Giggs - 50 Cali | Lyrics |

Sing: Giggs
Song: 50 Cali
Album: Wamp 2 Dem
Released: 2017

Giggs - Moist Pussy

| Giggs - Moist Pussy | Lyrics |

***Giggs***
Make that pussy moist, make that pussy moist...
Finish off yourself with that pussy toy...
I've got options, I've got pussy choice...
Fuck her in the back, that's that pussy Royce...
I've got options, I've got pussy choice...
Liff her up good, I'mma pussy hoist...
Make that pussy moist, make that pussy moist...
Make that pussy float, make that pussy voice...

***Giggs***
Make that pussy jump, make that pussy bounce...
28 strokes made that pussy ounce...
Take that pussy out, take that pussy out...
Make that pussy count, make that pussy count...
Man beat pussy up, what's the pussy count?
Man got pussy here, ain't no pussy drought...
Man push up my hood in your pussy pouch...
Make her stand up straight, hate when pussy slouch...
Man got poom poom, this the pussy house...
My Liverpool ting got that pussy scouse...
Man ah beat it up, take that pussy south...
Raid that cookie jar, I'm the cookie Scout...

***Giggs***
Make that pussy moist, make that pussy moist...
Finish off yourself with that pussy toy...
I've got options, I've got pussy choice...
Fuck her in the back, that's that pussy Royce...
I've got options, I've got pussy choice...
Liff her up good, I'mma pussy hoist...
Make that pussy moist, make that pussy moist...
Make that pussy float, make that pussy voice...

***Giggs***
Beat that pussy quick, give that pussy dick...
Make that pussy wet, make that pussy drip...
Man, that pussy nice, man, that pussy sick...
Man, that pussy hype, man, that pussy lit...
Man are with the shits, man are with the shits...
Pull up with the stick, pull up with the stick...
Pussy got me whipped, pussy got me whipped...
If that pussy stinks, then it's not legit...
Yeah, my big dick where this pussy sits...
Man ah set sail, get that pussy shipped...
When I flick clits, made a hissy fit...
I'm a breast man, like to nibble tits...

***Giggs***
Make that pussy moist, make that pussy moist...
Finish off yourself with that pussy toy...
I've got options, I've got pussy choice...
Fuck her in the back, that's that pussy Royce...
I've got options, I've got pussy choice...
Liff her up good, I'mma pussy hoist...
Make that pussy moist, make that pussy moist...
Make that pussy float, make that pussy voice...

| Giggs - Moist Pussy | Lyrics |

Sing: Giggs
Song: Moist Pussy
Album: Wamp 2 Dem
Released: 2017

Giggs - Linguo (Feat. Donae'o)

| Giggs - Linguo (Feat. Donae'o) | Lyrics |

***Donae'o***
Shout out to my niggas on the wing, though...
My niggas walk in with it like it's legal...
Got two bitches kissing, bilingual...
They don't even understand my lingo...
That's the money link, though...
I love my money pink and all in singles...
Baby, bring that p*ssy this way...
But don't worry 'bout a ting, though...

***Giggs***
Man's up and I'm up in the palace...
'Gnac cup and I'm puffing the chalice...
Huff and I puff on the baddest...
Chick buffer and buffer the gyalist...
I like 'nuff of them up in the garage...
F*ck it, I'll cover the damage...
Just bring couple of, couple of Karens...
And bring couple of, couple of Sharons...
Buss it or buss up your cannon...
Buss up your, buss up your cannon...
'Nuff of them up in the cabin...
'Nuff of them up and they're grabbing...
Man are just up in there crabbing...
Nuttin' can stop 'em from gagging...
I bob and weave, little ducking and jabbing...
Shit's nuts, man, you couldn't imagine...

***Donae'o***
Shout out to my niggas on the wing, though...
My niggas walk in with it like it's legal...
Got two bitches kissing, bilingual...
They don't even understand my lingo...
That's the money link, though...
I love my money pink and all in singles...
Baby, bring that p*ssy this way...
But don't worry 'bout a ting, though...

***Giggs***
Man's up on the top of the damage...
Man's up on the top of the planet...
I might Jackson on top of your Janet...
Just jack it and chop it and bang it...
Fat p*ssy, just hop on the rabbit...
Just unzip it and drop it and grab it...
It's on top when I lock it and stab it...
I can't drop her, I got her to cab it...
Cock up your, cock up your batty...
Cock up your, cock up your batty...
Big dog all on top of the catty...
Fat cock, a great jock in the patty...
Big strap, man ah pop it off scatty...
Chat too much cuh dem p*ssyhole chatty...
I'm old school when I come for the yatty...
She ain't got a Scooby Doo when I ran in it scrappy...

***Donae'o***
Shout out to my niggas on the wing, though...
My niggas walk in with it like it's legal...
Got two bitches kissing, bilingual...
They don't even understand my lingo...
That's the money link, though...
I love my money pink and all in singles...
Baby, bring that p*ssy this way...
But don't worry 'bout a ting, though...

| Giggs Feat. Donae'o - Linguo | Lyrics |

Sing: Giggs & Donae'o
Song: Linguo
Album: Wamp 2 Dem
Released: 2017

Giggs - The Essence

| Giggs - The Essence | Lyrics |

***Giggs***
They were blocking bare...
But now I'm rocking here on a rocking chair...
Yeah, the block is here, yeah, the block is here...
At the top of stairs, nigga, Rocky's here...
Self-centred...
Everybody tell me that I'm self-centred...
But they ain't got a f*cking clue...
Another nigga gone, that's like the twelfth sentence...
Changes...
Shit's much different from the dangers...
Shit looks different from the neighbours...
Yeah, shit's much different, it was dangerous...
That was man's bredrin, now we're strangers...
We pop, bang, serve a nigga saviours...
I watched man begging "nigga, save us."
And that man's never put in wages...
I'm mentally f*cked...
I'm mentally scarred, I'm meant to be up...
I'm meant to be high, I'm meant to be chuffed...
Fam, I fought for my life, I'm mentally stuck...
Man, I jump out my chair, you're mentioning Buck...
They just lock niggas up, they sent for the cuffs...
Had to call up my girl and sent for my stuff...
Fam, the day I walked out, it went through my guts...
So in charge...
Everybody's watching, nigga, so it starts...
Everybody's watching, thinking 'Oh, we're stars.'
Everybody's showing cards...
But that's that...
Cause man's just pussy like a black cat...
And man's just looking like a flash chap...
DSquared jacket and a flash cap...
I'm made for this...
I came for that, I paid for this...
I changed for this...
I never left, I stayed for this...
F*cking hell...
I do this for my niggas that are stuck in jail...
I do this for my niggas that got up and fell...
I do this for my brothers, nigga, f*ck a cell...
Lord, thank you for your blessing, man...
Every bloody morning, nigga gotta get that blessing, fam...
Gotta bring that message, fam...
Peanut butter sticky, get me out that messy jam...
Them Giuseppe shoes won't delay that speshy bang...
We was them Peckham dudes, jumping out like Peckham man...
Old school...
Smoking on that Method Man...
Man was in the trap working all long, it was late...
You was in a bar, out with a blonde and her mate...
Bag of dots in the whip, it was on, it was bait...
Man would quickly pass through, say I'm gone and I skate...
I was sleeping before, now it's on, I'm awake...
I ain't asking for nothing, I want it, I take...

| Giggs - The Essence | Lyrics |

Sing: Giggs
Song: The Essence
Album: Wamp 2 Dem
Released: 2017

Giggs - Time's Tickin' (Feat. Popcaan)

| Giggs - Time's Tickin' (Feat. Popcaan) | Lyrics |

***Popcaan***
Time ticking like bomb...
Big fat 'matic inna hand...
Dem nuh bad like Mr Sutherland...
Unruly and Hollowman...

***Giggs***
Yeah, time's ticking...
In the kitchen with Kentucky Fried, fried chicken...
In the ride with the hottest chick, but I ain't kissing...
Tryna hire up the pussy, f*ck it, I ain't fishing...
Mana rise up the bucky, nigga, I ain't dissing...
Tell a man to his face, f*ck it, I ain't bitching...
But f*ck it, back to the kitchen, nigga, fine whipping...
Fine whipping, nigga whipping, nigga, wide shipping...
Why listen?
9, mek the bwoy liff him...
Man ah ride with that semi-9, bwoy, listen...
Bucka-bye, bucka-bucka-bye, bwoy missing...
Yeah, Rico, wire Mitch in...
Yeah, big toast, bwoy skipping...
Bully, Deebo, fly-tipping...
Yeah, seat low, but I ain't slipping...

***Popcaan***
Boy don't give me chat inna mi face...
Real killy, killy, buss a shot inna your face...
Big fat Kalashnikov deh pon mi waist...
Pussy suck ya mudda, me nuh cuss and me nuh no trace...
Boy don't give me chat inna mi face...
Real killy, killy, buss a shot inna your face...
Giggs have the 'matic and the metric mi ah brace...
The whole world know seh London ah mi place...

***Giggs***
Yeah, wild difference...
Old school, I've been on life's missions...
Old school, I see online pictures...
Old school niggas, couple wild sisters...
Man stepped back and made a wide distance...
Night time, a nigga ride vicious...
White pictures, white slippers...
Chess game, a nigga slide bishops...
This is big business...
Little off the top, well, that's a quick skimmage...
Act hard but you're a bit timid...
I'm just waiting on the big finish...
Straight jeans, we don't fit skinnish...
You want a peanut punch, I grab a quick Guinness...
Bareback? Man got the big jimmies...
Popcaan, I'm with the sick killers...

***Popcaan***
Yeah, di killy dem ah kill yuh dawg...
And mi make yuh duppy with mi spinner dawg...
Man a killy, man a killer, man a sinner dawg...
Unruly, bad ah yard, and we mad abroad...
We nuh play like domino or three a card...
Index finger play with the trigger hard...
Giggs buss your head with a zigga dawg...
Puppy can't talk, we a bigga dawg...

***Popcaan***
Wicked, unruly...
Yo Giggs, you know the f*cking ting by now...
Boy don't give me chat inna mi face...
Real killy, killy, buss a shot inna your face...

| Giggs Feat. Popcaan - Time's Tickin' | Lyrics |

Sing: Giggs & Popcaan
Song: Time's Tickin'
Album: Wamp 2 Dem
Released: 2017

Giggs - Straight Lifestyle

| Giggs - Straight Lifestyle | Lyrics |

***Giggs***
Who's that? Who's that?
Who's that? Who?
It's that, it's that...
It's that dude...
Steppin' out in flip flops...
Steppin' out in flip flops...
Man can smell the high grade...
Poppin out the zip lock (jheeze)
Via phone call...
Rolled up, goons...
Who's that? Who's that?
What's that? Boom...
Poppin' out the 45...
Man are getting slapped up...
If man ah got their backs up...
Man are getting backed up...
Every minute talking...
Better get your cash up...
If I got the burger...
Coming for the catch up...
Man, I want the sachets...
And I want the pasta (everything)
If I'm gonna ghost man...
Coming for it Casper...
Man are body catcher...
Man are body snatcher...
You can keep on tweeting...
Man are gonna catch ya...
Fuck a Ninja Turtle...
Pussy nigga Baxter...
Man are getting work now...
I'm the manufacturer (yes)
Used to have the white girl...
Man was in the tractor...
Nigga, that was old school...
That's a Maggie Thatcher...
Push it in the Pro Tool...
Sugar with the caster...
Pussy in Atlanta...
Pussy in Alaska...
Man was in the party...
Man was in the party...
DJ Ghost...
Spend a Maserati...
Man forget the old days...
Banging with the (?)
Take it back to the future...
Swagger was a Marty...
Stepped in...
Swammy with a darky...
Turned around and said 'fuck this'
And handed her the car key...
Then we quick linked up Brenda...
Madeline and Marcie...
Hammer the Courvoisi...
Straddlin'

| Giggs - Straight Lifestyle | Lyrics |

Sing: Giggs
Song: Straight Lifestyle
Album: Wamp 2 Dem
Released: 2017

Giggs - Ultimate Gangsta (Feat. 2 Chainz)

| Giggs - Ultimate Gangsta (Feat. 2 Chainz) | Lyrics |

***Giggs***
Nightmares...
Give these niggas hysterias...
Jokers...
Niggas is serious (mmm!)
Everybody's strapped up, posted...
Chilling in areas...
Everybody's got that pistol...
Couldn't get near us (nah!)
Everybody's got talk...
Everybody wants some...
Everybody's got guns...
Yeah, everybody's got one (yeah)
Hit him with the hand ting...
Or get him with the long one...
Man gon' get a little wrong done...
Man gon' get him in the long run (switch it)
Hold 'em and poke that wanker...
This that ultimate gangsta...
This that niggas don't want no smoke...
'Cause this that ultimate cancer...
Niggas ain't jumping no boat...
My niggas ain't throwing no anchor (anchor)
Niggas just roll up and smoke man...
Niggas just going out gangsta (mmm!)
Niggas just roll up, want big noise...
Niggas just blow up that tanker (bap bap bap bap!)
Niggas wanna roll with them big boys...
Biggest authority stamper (yes)
Niggas ain't sipping no cups...
So nuttin' don't flow with no Fanta...
Thinking these niggas is wet...
Now niggas is going out damper (yes!)
I said Batman...
They thought man was joking...
When I'm talking bout' dressing all black...
A nigga was scopin'
'Cause I'm fucking this rap shit...
Niggas is soaking (soaking)
Fuck your little chit chat talk show...
Niggas is smoking (smoking)
Niggas ain't getting no cash now...
Niggas just coping (no cash)
Niggas just looking Macauley...
Niggas is coking (ha!)
You can just get hit with that .40...
Or nigga gets poking (poking)
Man have got me thinking it's game time...
When they see a nigga get coaching (yeah)

***Giggs***
Man have got shooters...
Niggas just get them...
Niggas just get them...
Niggas just ate them...
Niggas just get them...
Niggas just get them...
Niggas just get them...
Niggas just get them...
Niggas just get them, ate them...
Niggas just swept them...
Niggas just get them...
Niggas just get them...
Niggas just get them...
Niggas just get them...
Niggas just get them...
Niggas just get them (2 Chainz!)

***2 Chainz***
I got to war in a suit...
I hit the chick in a glut...
The condo, it came with a coupé...
The Southside ain't been the same since we launched T.R.U.
This is the real street category...
Rocking more rings than Robert Horry...
Flow real nasty like a lavatory...
No more of me in the inventory...
Yeah, out with the clip on the side...
I got my dick on her thigh...
Wrists don't fuck with you lie...
Pistol on 4th of July...
Nigga, I hate when you lie...
Bankroll thicker than Nicki Minaj.
Ah, make em sit like a cigar...
Ah, sipping the rod, you can smell it for a mile...
Uh, check the stats, man...
See what they do to a black man...
I'm still undefeated even when I'm shooting junk shot...
For some money in the trash can...
And my holster got embroidery...
When they see me they recording me...
Got a grill, nigga? Show your teeth...
They ain't yours, nigga, show your lease...
Yeah, that man...
I'm just running up a sack man...
In the backseat with my feet...
On the partition, simply relaxing...
Tryna' put a line between me and you?
Call that a fraction...
Thinking I don't know how to act?
Shit, I'm about the action (jheeze!)
Uh, drinkin' on that Act'
Shit, talking 'bout the trap...
Walk around with racks...
Walk around with straps...
Walk around with SKs...
Then rich for a decade...
Tatted up like a esé...
I really fell in love with how the TEC spray...
Ultimate gangsta...
I don't give a (?)
Pull up in a (?)
Nigga better (?)
Turn your ass to dinner...
Save you for some leftovers...
Run up on you from the right side...
And shoot you in your left shoulder...

***Giggs***
Man have got shooters...
Niggas just get them...
Niggas just get them...
Niggas just ate them...
Niggas just get them...
Niggas just get them...
Niggas just get them...
Niggas just get them...
Niggas just get them, ate them...
Niggas just swept them...
Niggas just get them...
Niggas just get them...
Niggas just get them...
Niggas just get them...
Niggas just get them...
Niggas just get them...

| Giggs Feat. 2 Chainz - Ultimate Gangsta | Lyrics |

Sing: Giggs & 2 Chainz
Song: Ultimate Gangsta
Album: Wamp 2 Dem
Released: 2017

Giggs - Gully Niggaz

| Giggs - Gully Niggaz | Lyrics |

***Giggs***
Turn up the headphones a bit...
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Oh shit, legendary...

***Giggs***
Enemies twelve o'clock, enemies fifty-five...
Tell me who on the block, tell me who is this live (who)...
Tell me who's on this job, tell me who lives this life...
Nigga just popped that shot, niggas is dead this time...
Gully niggas, gully niggas...
Pull up and we're running niggas...
Everybody's running 'cause...
That's what happens when you summon niggas...
'Cause a nigga thinks it's playtime...
Pull up on you dummy niggas...
We ain't really Rich and Rico...
But man are getting money niggas...
Man'll pull up summertime sunshine...
Pull up with them sunny niggas...
Man ah man a badman Top Boy...
Pull up with them Sully niggas...
Man'll just back that pap pap...
Run up on you bummy niggas...
Man ain't really into the joke ting...
Run up on you funny niggas...
Man'll really cop these burners...
Couple of these burgers...
Man ain't really too concerned with...
What doesn't concern us...
Man ain't really too confirming...
None of these vermin...
I see 'em walking 'round with that trey-pound...
None of them's turning...
So disrespectful...
Feel so disrespected...
Called up the Six God...
Phone just connected...
I got so many flexes...
And got so many texts-es...
I'm just waiting for YG...
My little bro got arrested...
I went home and I left it...
I went home and I rested...
Just wait for the bird call...
I went home and I nested...
Wait for the bird call...
Wait for the bird call...
Went to the airport...
Go to commercial...
Money on the table...
Money on the table...
Trent on my phone...
Coming for the label...
Coming from a life of danger...
Running from the angel...
Music in your bloodclart speaker...
Coming through the cable...
Gully niggas, gully niggas...
F*ck it, fam, I'm bunning niggas...
We just keep it coming 'cause...
Niggas been them cunning niggas...

***Giggs***
You hear that gangster shit, son?
Yeah...
(?)
Bruv, big disrespect...
(?)

| Giggs - Gully Niggaz | Lyrics |

Sing: Giggs
Song: Gully Niggaz
Album: Wamp 2 Dem
Released: 2017