Giggs - Untitled 7 lyrics

Niggas know any beat I'm on
I have to fucking batter (For real)
I'm getting dirty like an
Everyday ghetto slapper (Slapper)
You bring your stick, I bring my stick
And we can rat ah ta ta (Rat ah tat)
I got the pumpy with the
Nose barrel bigger than Shabba (Al-alright)
I just walked out them prison gates
Heading straight to the dirty (Dirty)
'Cause, I ain't going back to jail
Them feds will have to murk me (For real)
Blud, I'm willing to squeeze
Clap til I fall to my knees
I'm not just talking 'bout the feds
That's anyone giving me grief
Wifey don't understand why I'm
Always drawing my weapon
I've no love for these streets
Like I suffer postnatal depression
I have to keep making examples
Niggas keep forgetting (What?)
How they were hollering and screaming
When the bullet went in
(Alright-right, for real)
Niggas start thinking they're superman 'cause
They got a gat (Alright, gat)
I'm being real cuz
I'm telling you it's not that
(Al-alright, that)
Niggas can roll up on your strip
And push your cap back (Cap)
The feds will find your body twist
Up in a black bag

(Alright, alright, alright) ay, Triggs
What you saying? I'm coming hard on this?
(Al-al-alright) ah, let's go, let's go
(Al-al-alright)

I got the midas touch
Any beat I touch turns gold
The nigga with the sickest flow
Keep up before you catch a cold
I'm repping south, the bottom of the compass
'Cause me I had to fool me
And my gun will turn dunces
(Al-alright, dummies)
I'm going in for the kill, I'ma shoot at will
With two identical 9's
I call them Phil and Lil
My bullets filling, pump him with a drill in
And his body turning white 'cause
He's losing all his melanin (Alright)
Leave on me? Fuck that
I ain't got no one to lean on
The fiends are fucking starving so I'm
Out here tryna feed 'em (Feed 'em)
The pigs are tryna nick us (Nick us)
But what's all the bother?
We feed the fiends, they feed us back
So, it's just like we feed each other
(Al-alright-right)
I'm from the gutter, and that's how we do it
They wanna put a stop to it just
'cause they ain't been through it
Well fuck 'em anyway
I'm moving B, that crack
I'm cacking every single day
I pop it back and let it clap (Al-alright)

Alright alright alright al-al-alright