Giggs - Do Dis Ting lyrics

[Intro: Giggs] Yeah, Hollowman Gunna, Felon Welcome 2 Boomzville Cash in the ra**clart building It’s nothing [Verse 1: Gunna Dee + Fem Fel] Snitches in the station leaving letters like the mailman b**h n***as pointing fingers like they just got their nails done I do early robberies to start my daytime You can say I wake up, just to make you lay down But don’t act up, or I’ll make you stay down You wanna act up and hide? You’ll get wrapped up and tied You’re f**ing with the Pecknarm k**ers But you’ll still get wrapped up alive ‘Round here, there ain’t no fakes you better get your facts right ‘Cause Hollow’s got the Mac And you won’t get that Mac with no fries With that Mac, you’ll get wrapped and left to the side My Pecknizzy n***as, trust me we do this You can tell we’re the realest We don’t f** with pretenders Pecknarm, SN1, a bunch of top hitters You don’t wanna get your top popped like a Guinness [Chorus: Giggs] Do dis ting n***as better know we Do dis ting Jail n***as know we Do dis ting Southside n***as Do dis ting Pecknizzy n***as Do dis ting Even b**hes know we Do dis ting, do dis ting [Verse 2: Fem Fel] Potential pistol popper, slash Crystal popper Got the shotty in my lap feeling like a trucker Every n***a’s staring at the lad Since Hollow Gind, every n***a’s staring at the bag Arms out like I’m balanced on a stunt More guns out, n***as act silly then you dun know I left n***as marked like a rubber band And I let it spark, one chance I’ma drop a man They say they ain’t heard of the Felon I’ve been out here bringing half-a-bird in for seven And I’m pissed off, b**h n***as get it criss-crossed I creep on a rich n***a with my sh** co*ked And I’m still good with the metaphor Trey-pound seen more spins than a record store Felon I’m a legend on this rap ting One diss and it’s definitely a strap ting [Chorus: Giggs] Do dis ting n***as better know we Do dis ting Jail n***as know we Do dis ting Southside n***as Do dis ting Pecknizzy n***as Do dis ting Even b**hes know we Do dis ting, do dis ting [Verse 3: Giggs] I’ma, show you prats what a banger is I’ma show you n***as what immaculate swagger is Look how expensive the jacket is I ain’t gotta mention my strategies Back where the manor is Strapping the cannabis Blacked-out whip, with the strap in the back of it Or it might be packed with a bag of chips A-cla**, I ain’t gotta mention my category Vexed that I’m trapping He shouldn’t even think ’bout attacking me n***as better step from the back of me If I pull the spesh out my jacket Me and Gunna Dee might flip out and press sh** erratically Don’t try make a mug of me, what’s the matter b My n***as stay s**er-free, ain’t no jacking me And we ain’t f**ing with the D’s, ain’t no ratting g Pecknarm n***as are the greaziest packing heat