Giggs - Ultimate Gangsta lyrics

[Verse 1: Giggs] Nightmares, give these n***as hysterias Jokers, n***as is serious (mmm!) Everybody's strapped up, posted Chilling in areas Everybody's got that pistol Couldn't get near us (nah!) Everybody's got talk Everybody wants some Everybody's got guns Yeah, everybody's got one (yeah) Hit him with the hand ting Or get him with the long one Man gon' get a little wrong done Man gon' get him in the long run (Switch it) Hold 'em and poke that wa*ker This that ultimate gangsta This that n***a's don't want no smoke 'Cause this that ultimate cancer n***as ain't jumping no boat My n***as ain't throwing no anchor (anchor) n***as just roll up and smoke man n***as just going out gangsta (mmm!) n***as just roll up, want big noise n***as just blow up that tanker (bap bap bap bap!) n***as wanna roll with them big boys Biggest authority stamper (yes) n***as ain't sipping no cups So nuttin' don't flow with no Fanta Thinking these n***as is wet Now n***as is going out damper (yes!) I said Batman They thought man was joking When I'm talking bout' dressing all black A n***a was scopin' 'Cause I'm f**ing this rap sh** n***as is soaking (soaking) f** your little chit chat talk show n***as is smoking (smoking) n***as ain't getting no cash now n***as just coping (no cash) n***as just looking Macauley n***as is coking (ha!) You can just get hit with that 40 Or n***a gets poking (poking) Man have got me thinking it's game time When they see a n***a get coaching (yeah) [Hook: Giggs] Man have got shooters n***as just get them n***as just get them n***as just eat them n***as just get them n***as just get them n***as just get them n***as just get them n***as just get them, ate them n***as just swept them n***as just get them n***as just get them n***as just get them n***as just get them n***as just get them n***as just get them (2Chainz!) [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] I got to war in a suit I hit the chick in a glut The condo it came with a coupé The Southside ain't been the same since we launched T.R.U This is the real street category Rocking more rings than Robert Horry Flow real nasty like a lavatory No more of me in the inventory Yeah, out with the clip on the side I got my dick on her thigh Wrists don't f** with you lie Pistol on 4th of July n***a, I hate when you lie Bankroll thicker than Nicki Minaj Ah, make em sit like a cigar Ah, sipping the rod, you can smell it for a mile Uh, check the stats, man See what they do to a black man I'm still undefeated even when I'm shooting [?] for some money in the trashcan And my holster got embroidery When they see me they recording me Got a grill, n***a show you teeth They ain't yours, n***a, show your lease Yeah, that man I'm just running up a sack man In the backseat with my feet On the partition, simply relaxing Tryna' put a line between me and you? Call that a fraction Thinking I don't know how to act? sh**, I'm about the action (jheeze!) Uh, drinkin' on that Act' sh**, talking 'bout the trap Walk around with racks Walk around with straps Walk around with SKs Then reach for the [?] Tatted up like a esé I really fell in love with how the TEC spray Ultimate gangsta I don't give a [?] Pull up in a [?] n***a better [?] Turn your a** to dinner Save you for some leftovers Run up on you from the right side And shoot you in your left shoulder [Hook: Giggs] Man have got shooters n***as just get them n***as just get them n***as just ate them n***as just get them n***as just get them n***as just get them n***as just get them n***as just get them, ate them n***as just swept them n***as just get them n***as just get them n***as just get them n***as just get them n***as just get them n***as just get them