Giggs - Track 10 lyrics

[Verse 1] Hollowman I got the weapon to beef Gs Drop one and let the second release squeeze Top gun and n***as repping the streets We block g**ners from Peckham to E Street Got my own straps I don't beg guns Got the Tec ready for whenever d**h comes And when his head spun all he saw was gully n***as jumping out the whip busting off screaming red rum n***as mad hungry so n***as get bunned Strip's dead n***as living off of bread crumbs So we press guns Slugs biting n***as in the night like a bed bug Tiny Boost, Young Butch get the hood kicking North we'll give you little b**h n***as good kicking You know the hoods difference: n***as in your hood chicken If one of them gets dropped I'm like good riddance Time is money so n***as get the buj ticking Never really had a dad, I was hood risen n***as living in this hood prison We was most hated now every hood listen Pecky g**ner I ain't on the hood switching Squeeze off and watch the head under his hood spinning n***as better look, listen The real talk's got every other hood spitting Ask Young Butch, and ask [censored] how many lives that the gun took I ask who said that, n***as gone shook Now everybody's looking at me with a dumb look Back out the same time you get your buns took I know a lot of motherf**ers wan to bun [censored] n***as ripping up the track not one hook