Giggs, Joe Grind - Swagga lyrics

Yes grind
Yeah running up the sets again
I'm having fun with it, you know them ones
These niggas are struggling out here boom

Just got me a sprayer pump
Came out in my Nike suit, and my red dunks
Came out in the right mood, Imma clean up
Been up since the stars
Sun and the clouds touched
And I done about 20 shots, and I parked up
Stepped out the whip, yo saw
They were starstruck
Young bucks, so I just wait
And they all blushed
Wrote Grind on their school books
They were all touched
Boom buck what I've heard new stuff
Told him all that I've bought, he said 'Ah
Fuck!' hung up, look for some creps
For the last touch
Tried some Air Force in the 9, got a size up
DJs ringing my line for some hot dubs
Claim that they're playing some hard stuff
But it's not us
Didn't wanna to play our tunes, when we
Now they're all up in our
Shit like some bum-fluff
Stop now, go back 4 lines, feel my new style
In my new clothes
I put them in my nice house
Stayed in, took a nice nap, for a nice while
Woke up, feeling all fresh and it's night now
Came out, drawed a hot ting
Fucked her brains out
Change out of the sweaty suit
And it's stained out
Line rings, so I run quick to the trap house
Bagged up about 30 draws, now I'm staying out

Ain't my swagger great?
My little shop in West End
That's my swagger place
Stepped in with a happy face
Told him give me two coats
Like a can of paint i'm a black yout'
That cute, chicks looking like I'm that yout'
Fat zoot, black boots, cap's new
Went Spiderman 3, with the black suit
Been in the trap like 3 months
Go and get your own dough
This ain't a free lunch
Fam I make my own dough, look at me stunt
Fur coat packs a mean punch
Green skunk, leaf blunt
I can do this all day just let the beat run
Sweet tongue, he runs when the beats done
You just took my whole flow, made a cheap one
I can make a mixtape before the weeks' done
When you make a CD it's kinda weak son
You could drop a CD, get a week's run
Ard Bodied months later
That's the streets done
Ard Bodied that's the streets one
Hollowman and Dubz on the streets tongue
Drop Walk in da Park, that's my heat done
They'll be banging me again, like a re-run
Fam I'm just chilling
I just kicked the door off
Left the shit swinging
No nit picking, no dick clinging
Four years of knockbacks
Got the fifth in him it was hard luck
Went to throw the towel in, you can ask Buck
Now we roll up and we park up
Jump out of the whip, women starstruck
They're like 'ah fuck'
That's that nigga that always
Drops the hard stuff little daft sluts
Wanna laugh up, touch my arse up
Fuck a hard nut
Niggas know me from the hood
When the star-struck
You'll be seeing stardust
Ain't talking coffee shots when my star-bucks