Giggs, Blade Brown - Boom Exclusive lyrics
[Giggs, Blade Brown - Boom Exclusive lyrics]
Niggas better act like they know
You will get smacked in the boat
Even though I've got my strap in my coat
If I pull it out
I'll have a nigga running scared like
He just saw Casper The Ghost
And I got a mad stash of coke
The trap ain't a joke
Free samples packs to promote
When I say I'm on the rasclart strip
I ain't talking 'bout a slag on the pole
Niggas say my tracks are a moesh boom blast
Hollowman is like an axe to a throat
My raps ain't a joke
I'mma start switching off niggas like
My straps a remote
'Cos the step like they large
Raps so greazy you expect they'll be hard
They ain't even press on the start
It's all just a deceptive visage
And I got the Pecks in my car tiny Raver
That's my little nigga Pesky Tarras
Squeezed off and left in the car
That's the reason why the 's on my arse
I'm getting messy again, this is Hollowman
And I had to holler at Blade
To let the hollows bang
I know you little pussy arse niggas
Probably hoping that my rocket jam
We roll with youngers
Roll with olders and roll with soldiers
We're holding revolvers so please
Look over your shoulders
Stay on your toes and shit
Before the revolver spit's
I'm into linking gash
You know them older chicks
I'm into making Ps, I'm into buying garms
Hold tight my niggas locked
Down due to firearms
We on the damn road, and we be making P's
We gonna' do this shit our own
Way and just make them see
The road's a joke, we damn rob niggas
And sold it all for green
Brown and loads of coke
My niggas holding sticks
You niggas hold your dicks
We're in this game to takeover
Yeah I told you pricks
I know I'm spitting slow
I'm trying to make you hear
I'm trying to break it down simple
Trying to make it clear
We're not them other niggas
The type to get sniffed and start snitchin'
And Trident undercover niggas
Trying hard, real hard not to smother niggas
Cos at the end of the day
We're all brothers niggas
We're in the same struggle
Tryna' make the 'caine juggle
We grew up from the same dirt and same rubble
Listen, the streets are gritty and grimy
I got the city behind me
I like the things that are pretty and shiny
(like, gritty and grimey
I got the city behind me
I like the things that are pretty and shiny)
Listen, and when it comes to my money man
Get it correct, I don't shot any more
I just collect Ps collect bills, collect G's
I want my money upfront, I want correct Ps
Make nines blow for lines of poke
Dubs beat Barley that's the
Only grinds I know
(Like, that's the only grinds I know
Dubs beat Barley
That's the only grinds I know) let's Go!
You will get smacked in the boat
Even though I've got my strap in my coat
If I pull it out
I'll have a nigga running scared like
He just saw Casper The Ghost
And I got a mad stash of coke
The trap ain't a joke
Free samples packs to promote
When I say I'm on the rasclart strip
I ain't talking 'bout a slag on the pole
Niggas say my tracks are a moesh boom blast
Hollowman is like an axe to a throat
My raps ain't a joke
I'mma start switching off niggas like
My straps a remote
'Cos the step like they large
Raps so greazy you expect they'll be hard
They ain't even press on the start
It's all just a deceptive visage
And I got the Pecks in my car tiny Raver
That's my little nigga Pesky Tarras
Squeezed off and left in the car
That's the reason why the 's on my arse
I'm getting messy again, this is Hollowman
And I had to holler at Blade
To let the hollows bang
I know you little pussy arse niggas
Probably hoping that my rocket jam
We roll with youngers
Roll with olders and roll with soldiers
We're holding revolvers so please
Look over your shoulders
Stay on your toes and shit
Before the revolver spit's
I'm into linking gash
You know them older chicks
I'm into making Ps, I'm into buying garms
Hold tight my niggas locked
Down due to firearms
We on the damn road, and we be making P's
We gonna' do this shit our own
Way and just make them see
The road's a joke, we damn rob niggas
And sold it all for green
Brown and loads of coke
My niggas holding sticks
You niggas hold your dicks
We're in this game to takeover
Yeah I told you pricks
I know I'm spitting slow
I'm trying to make you hear
I'm trying to break it down simple
Trying to make it clear
We're not them other niggas
The type to get sniffed and start snitchin'
And Trident undercover niggas
Trying hard, real hard not to smother niggas
Cos at the end of the day
We're all brothers niggas
We're in the same struggle
Tryna' make the 'caine juggle
We grew up from the same dirt and same rubble
Listen, the streets are gritty and grimy
I got the city behind me
I like the things that are pretty and shiny
(like, gritty and grimey
I got the city behind me
I like the things that are pretty and shiny)
Listen, and when it comes to my money man
Get it correct, I don't shot any more
I just collect Ps collect bills, collect G's
I want my money upfront, I want correct Ps
Make nines blow for lines of poke
Dubs beat Barley that's the
Only grinds I know
(Like, that's the only grinds I know
Dubs beat Barley
That's the only grinds I know) let's Go!