Blade Brown - Boom Exclusive lyrics

[Verse 1: Giggs] n***as 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a 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 p**y arse n***as 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 sh** 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 n***as locked down due to firearms We on the damn road, and we be making P's We gonna' do this sh** our own way and just make them see The road's a joke, we damn rob n***as And sold it all for green, brown and loads of coke My n***as holding sticks, you n***as 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 n***as, the type to get sniffed and start snitchin' And Trident undercover n***as Trying hard, real hard not to smother n***as Cos at the end of the day, we're all brothers n***as 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!