Giggs, Fem Fel , Gunna Dee - Do Dis Ting lyrics
[Giggs, Fem Fel , Gunna Dee - Do Dis Ting lyrics]
Yeah, Hollowman gunna, Felon
Welcome 2 Boomzville
Cash in the rassclart building it's nothing
Snitches in the station leaving
Letters like the mailman
Bitch niggas pointing fingers like they
Just got their nails done
I do early robberies to start my daytime
You can say I wake up
Just to make you lay down
But don't act up, or I'll make you stay down
You wanna act up and hide?
You'll get wrapped up and tied
You're fucking with the Pecknarm killers
But, you'll still get wrapped up alive
'Round here, there ain't no fakes you better
Get your facts right
'Cause Hollow's got the Mac
And you won't get that Mac with no fries
With that Mac
You'll get wrapped and left to the side
My Pecknizzy niggas, trust me we do this
You can tell we're the realest
We don't fuck with pretenders
Pecknarm, SN1, a bunch of top hitters
You don't wanna get your top
Popped like a Guinness
Do dis ting niggas better know we
Do dis ting jail niggas know we
Do dis ting southside niggas
Do dis ting pecknizzy niggas
Do dis ting even bitches know we
Do dis ting, do dis ting
Potential pistol popper, slash Crystal popper
Got the shotty in my lap
Feeling like a trucker
Every nigga's staring at the lad
Since Hollow Gind
Every nigga's staring at the bag
Arms out like I'm balanced on a stunt
More guns out
Niggas act silly then you dun know
I left niggas marked like a rubber band
And I let it spark
One chance I'ma drop a man
They say they ain't heard of the Felon
I've been out here bringing
Half-a-bird in for seven and I'm pissed off
Bitch niggas get it criss-crossed
I creep on a rich nigga with my shit cocked
And I'm still good with the metaphor
Trey-pound seen more spins than
A record store
Felon I'm a legend on this rap ting
One diss and it's definitely a strap ting
Do dis ting niggas better know we
Do dis ting jail niggas know we
Do dis ting southside niggas
Do dis ting pecknizzy niggas
Do dis ting even bitches know we
Do dis ting, do dis ting
I'ma, show you prats what a banger is
I'ma show you niggas what
Immaculate swagger is
Look how expensive the jacket is
I ain't gotta mention my strategies
Back where the manor is
Strapping the cannabis blacked-out whip
With the strap in the back of it
Or it might be packed with a bag of chips
A-class, I ain't gotta mention my category
Vexed that I'm trapping
He shouldn't even think 'bout attacking me
Niggas better step from the back of me
If I pull the spesh out my jacket
Me and Gunna Dee might flip
Out and press shit erratically
Don't try make a mug of me
What's the matter b
My niggas stay sucker-free
Ain't no jacking me
And we ain't fucking with the D's
Ain't no ratting g pecknarm niggas are the
Greaziest packing heat
Welcome 2 Boomzville
Cash in the rassclart building it's nothing
Snitches in the station leaving
Letters like the mailman
Bitch niggas pointing fingers like they
Just got their nails done
I do early robberies to start my daytime
You can say I wake up
Just to make you lay down
But don't act up, or I'll make you stay down
You wanna act up and hide?
You'll get wrapped up and tied
You're fucking with the Pecknarm killers
But, you'll still get wrapped up alive
'Round here, there ain't no fakes you better
Get your facts right
'Cause Hollow's got the Mac
And you won't get that Mac with no fries
With that Mac
You'll get wrapped and left to the side
My Pecknizzy niggas, trust me we do this
You can tell we're the realest
We don't fuck with pretenders
Pecknarm, SN1, a bunch of top hitters
You don't wanna get your top
Popped like a Guinness
Do dis ting niggas better know we
Do dis ting jail niggas know we
Do dis ting southside niggas
Do dis ting pecknizzy niggas
Do dis ting even bitches know we
Do dis ting, do dis ting
Potential pistol popper, slash Crystal popper
Got the shotty in my lap
Feeling like a trucker
Every nigga's staring at the lad
Since Hollow Gind
Every nigga's staring at the bag
Arms out like I'm balanced on a stunt
More guns out
Niggas act silly then you dun know
I left niggas marked like a rubber band
And I let it spark
One chance I'ma drop a man
They say they ain't heard of the Felon
I've been out here bringing
Half-a-bird in for seven and I'm pissed off
Bitch niggas get it criss-crossed
I creep on a rich nigga with my shit cocked
And I'm still good with the metaphor
Trey-pound seen more spins than
A record store
Felon I'm a legend on this rap ting
One diss and it's definitely a strap ting
Do dis ting niggas better know we
Do dis ting jail niggas know we
Do dis ting southside niggas
Do dis ting pecknizzy niggas
Do dis ting even bitches know we
Do dis ting, do dis ting
I'ma, show you prats what a banger is
I'ma show you niggas what
Immaculate swagger is
Look how expensive the jacket is
I ain't gotta mention my strategies
Back where the manor is
Strapping the cannabis blacked-out whip
With the strap in the back of it
Or it might be packed with a bag of chips
A-class, I ain't gotta mention my category
Vexed that I'm trapping
He shouldn't even think 'bout attacking me
Niggas better step from the back of me
If I pull the spesh out my jacket
Me and Gunna Dee might flip
Out and press shit erratically
Don't try make a mug of me
What's the matter b
My niggas stay sucker-free
Ain't no jacking me
And we ain't fucking with the D's
Ain't no ratting g pecknarm niggas are the
Greaziest packing heat