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[Verse 1: Giggs] Niggas better act like they know You will get smacked in the boat Even though I've got my strap in my coat If I pull it out, I'll have a nigga running scared like he just saw Casper The Ghost And I got a mad stash of coke The trap ain't a joke Free samples packs to promote When I say I'm on the rasclart strip I ain't talking 'bout a slag on the pole Niggas say my tracks are a moesh Boom blast, Hollowman is like an axe to a throat My raps ain't a joke I'mma start switching off niggas like my straps a remote 'Cos the step like they large Raps so greazy you expect they'll be hard They ain't even press on the start It's all just a deceptive visage And I got the Pecks in my car Tiny Raver, that's my little nigga Pesky Tarras Squeezed off and left in the car That's the reason why the (?)'s on my arse I'm getting messy again, this is Hollowman And I had to holler at Blade to let the hollows bang I know you little pussy arse niggas probably hoping that my rocket jam [Verse 2: Blade Brown] We roll with youngers, roll with olders and roll with soldiers We're holding revolvers so please look over your shoulders Stay on your toes and shit Before the revolver spits I'm into linking gash, you know them older chicks I'm into making Ps, I'm into buying garms Hold tight my niggas locked down due to firearms We on the damn road, and we be making P's We gonna' do this shit our own way and just make them see The road's a joke, we damn rob niggas And sold it all for green, brown and loads of coke My niggas holding sticks, you niggas hold your dicks We're in this game to takeover, yeah I told you pricks I know I'm spitting slow, I'm trying to make you hear I'm trying to break it down simple, trying to make it clear We're not them other niggas, the type to get sniffed and start snitchin' And Trident undercover niggas Trying hard, real hard not to smother niggas Cos at the end of the day, we're all brothers niggas We're in the same struggle, tryna' make the 'caine juggle We grew up from the same dirt and same rubble Listen, the streets are gritty and grimy I got the city behind me I like the things that are pretty and shiny (like, gritty and grimey I got the city behind me I like the things that are pretty and shiny) Listen, and when it comes to my money man Get it correct, I don't shot any more, I just collect Ps Collect bills, collect G's I want my money upfront, I want correct Ps Make nines blow for lines of poke Dubs beat Barley that's the only grinds I know (Like, that's the only grinds I know Dubs beat Barley, that's the only grinds I know) Lets Go!