Giggs - End of Season 2 lyrics
[Giggs - End of Season 2 lyrics]
Let's get this right
Look, you know who it is
They don’t want me to go out quietly
So I'm coming out shooting yes
Let's just call this, End of Season 2
Hollow you won’t stop me
I'm the best in the game, I'm the top league
I'm on top and bods wan fi knock me
Right off of the top, so my spot's free
I'm too hot G
I'm living this shit, that's right, I shot B
Niggas like stop please
You’ve got the game all wrapped up
Now where’s the lock's key
Top 3: me, C, Swift look, don’t watch me
Fuck me
Niggas in record shops right now wanna cop me
28 days in the trap and I'm pissed off
Had an on top and I lost P's
Still my name's on the map, get an atlas
You’ll spot me on the paper chase
Ard Bodied's out now, big deal I made a tape
That ain't putting food in my house
Never made me ate fuck that, get paper bait
Hollowman, I'm a real nigga who
Really busses his gun
'cause not a lot of spitters do
Really up in the slums
Licking out a brick or two
But, I'm kinda pissed right now
So I'm picking you
Niggas ain't f-ing with me now
Black bandana gang, Pecky man squeeze out
And I can't hear these niggas shit
Not one little bit
Sorta like I took the red and white lead out
Source magazine
I'd have a seven mic read-out
Kyze on the strip, nigga pebble that B down
In the streets now
Niggas living on the rebound
You can either get beatdown or you be down
See now
Niggas got Hollow upset on the beat now
I'ma eat clowns with my neat sound
Motherfuckers better leave town
When I squeeze down, on the trey-pound
Clean your blood with a tea towel
I'm a big bad wolf
Licking all you sheep down
And whoever wants the street's
Crown better speak now
Looking down like a tree's owl
And nobody's gonna be spared
Gonna be 'llowed don't be loud
If I lick the 45 off, you'll see clouds
When my strap claps
And you're laying on your back flat
It's kinda mad that
You was looking to lick me down
Tryna look fame, tryna look names
Fuck that, fam you look gay
And Hollow doesn't give a fuck
Niggas better step it up
Kinda like Sheek Louch when Wood came
Niggas wanna spit with Hollowman
But their book's lame
Rap's kinda got taken over it's a cook's game
Come in for a studio session on a good day
Cool come in on a bad day, get a took chain
Look changed from the hard white
And the buj cane
Spen nearly got a heart attack
When the buj came
Look mate, I'm a crook mate
Getting crooks papes
Step in the crook's garden
Through crook's gate
Walked up the crook pathway
To the crook's base
Stepped in the crook traphouse
Where we cook base
Put base into plastic then we look papes
Vacate to the exit, to the crook race
Look fake, and your handgun doesn't look safe
Look bait with your shook face
You should look brave (UUMMM)
Look, you know who it is
They don’t want me to go out quietly
So I'm coming out shooting yes
Let's just call this, End of Season 2
Hollow you won’t stop me
I'm the best in the game, I'm the top league
I'm on top and bods wan fi knock me
Right off of the top, so my spot's free
I'm too hot G
I'm living this shit, that's right, I shot B
Niggas like stop please
You’ve got the game all wrapped up
Now where’s the lock's key
Top 3: me, C, Swift look, don’t watch me
Fuck me
Niggas in record shops right now wanna cop me
28 days in the trap and I'm pissed off
Had an on top and I lost P's
Still my name's on the map, get an atlas
You’ll spot me on the paper chase
Ard Bodied's out now, big deal I made a tape
That ain't putting food in my house
Never made me ate fuck that, get paper bait
Hollowman, I'm a real nigga who
Really busses his gun
'cause not a lot of spitters do
Really up in the slums
Licking out a brick or two
But, I'm kinda pissed right now
So I'm picking you
Niggas ain't f-ing with me now
Black bandana gang, Pecky man squeeze out
And I can't hear these niggas shit
Not one little bit
Sorta like I took the red and white lead out
Source magazine
I'd have a seven mic read-out
Kyze on the strip, nigga pebble that B down
In the streets now
Niggas living on the rebound
You can either get beatdown or you be down
See now
Niggas got Hollow upset on the beat now
I'ma eat clowns with my neat sound
Motherfuckers better leave town
When I squeeze down, on the trey-pound
Clean your blood with a tea towel
I'm a big bad wolf
Licking all you sheep down
And whoever wants the street's
Crown better speak now
Looking down like a tree's owl
And nobody's gonna be spared
Gonna be 'llowed don't be loud
If I lick the 45 off, you'll see clouds
When my strap claps
And you're laying on your back flat
It's kinda mad that
You was looking to lick me down
Tryna look fame, tryna look names
Fuck that, fam you look gay
And Hollow doesn't give a fuck
Niggas better step it up
Kinda like Sheek Louch when Wood came
Niggas wanna spit with Hollowman
But their book's lame
Rap's kinda got taken over it's a cook's game
Come in for a studio session on a good day
Cool come in on a bad day, get a took chain
Look changed from the hard white
And the buj cane
Spen nearly got a heart attack
When the buj came
Look mate, I'm a crook mate
Getting crooks papes
Step in the crook's garden
Through crook's gate
Walked up the crook pathway
To the crook's base
Stepped in the crook traphouse
Where we cook base
Put base into plastic then we look papes
Vacate to the exit, to the crook race
Look fake, and your handgun doesn't look safe
Look bait with your shook face
You should look brave (UUMMM)