Giggs - Untitled 33 lyrics

Yeah giggs
Spare No-1 it's nothing
Big Bad Blue mykal Million
Kings in the streets we got this locked
We got this shit
Spare No-1's the camp (Fucking camp) kyze
Joe Griz triggs
Ninj fucking Gunna D
Spen, Young Giggs it's nothing
Starman Production

You know the fiends kicks
Off when my name gets called
But Giggsy rides out til the tires are pulled
(Like they don't fucking know)
Yo, and I don't even need a weapon
Leave a pussy nigga begging when I
Kick his fucking head in
Uh (O oh) , I keep the heat and baby missiles
If you wanna get gritty
Then I'm screwing on the whistles


Uh, I'm forever on the grizzle (Grizzle)
Put a bullet in you
(In you) , if you try to start
Don't be simple (Simple)
Listen, I'm from the heart of the ghetto
Where most of the population is
Possessed by the devil (For real)
And we know what it means to be poor
So forget about love 'cause no
One feels it no more (No one's seeing it)
Uh, listen, and the bitches are hoes
One minute they could be with you
Then they're fucking your foes
You gotta keep your heaters with you
Keep your eye on the road (The road)
And before you even know it you'll
Be smoked by your bro i'm telling you
This is hell and we don't even know
But the devil's got us pulled just
'cause the weather is cold
And the pigs are devils workers
So they're out on patrol
But there's nothing they can do to
Stop the crack from getting sold (For real)
Uh, and that's a fact, not fiction (Fiction)
The fiends are drugs they want 'cause
They paid for the prescription
(You get me fam?)
Blud, I'm out for the dough
But I'm on the low (Why?)
'Cause, I ain't going back to prison
(Come on)
I know a lot of niggas pissed that I'm back
There's a lot of competition but
I'm fresh out the lab (The lab)
At the same time
A lot of breddas thinking they're bad
But the pistol I'm packing will
Leave 'em shitting in bags
I'm tryna get back on the grizzle
But the prices are mad
They make me wanna grab a
Bally block colour mags
Pally, pally with niggas
They're running their gas
Get the poppers and notes
I want all of the stacks (Come on)
I want some gully
Hungry niggas that're low on the cash
(Well low on the cash)
They don't give a fuck
They'll ride for a quarter of ash
And they can't afford so they be
Work on their metals
You keep on working on abs
A lot of niggas in the
Hood stay making me laugh (For real)
Yeah they talk a lot of shit like
They got lips on their ass (For real)
But they done a lot of dirt
They put in a lot of work
Only dirt that they did is when
They get out of the bath
And these chicken heads are on it
Yeah you know where they are
Tryna flock a little a little traffic
When they wiggle their ass
Want me to take them to a club
And buy them drinks at the bar
But the minute they mention money they
Can get out the car (Haha)
Yeah, I see you tomorrow
And the roads are kinda sticky
But I'm pitching the raw
If a nigga try to slit me
Then I'm quick on the draw
If you see a bitch with me
She got coke in her bra (For real fam)
And you can stash your shit in the cunt
Bitch, sit in the front
I'm the pick of the bunch
I'm the sickest nigga you niggas
Have heard of in months
I'm the quickest nigga to grip it
And run up and dump
Niggas can get it how Little
Z did from the runts (For real)
In the city of Gods
You pussies pissing me off
Since I touch road I noticed
Niggas scared to get robbed like, uh
"fuck the grizzle man I'm getting a job"

Bitch niggas, bitch niggas, bitch niggas
Bruddas spare No-1
Yeah the bar say it all