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giggs – pecknam/wooly lyrics

[intro: giggs]
ahh
spare
otb
let’s do this, listen
nothing

[chorus: giggs]
pecknarm n+ggas got the macs and the pump (got the what?)
gully n+ggas on the strip, shotting junk (shotting the what?)
them little youngins ’round yellow brick are hungry (hungry)
i’ll get your stupid ass shot for a monkey (shot)

[intro: giggs]
ahh
spare
otb
let’s do this, listen
nothing

[verse 1: giggs]
’round here we got a hunger problem (problem)
that’s why the youngins hustle on the roads (roads)
shotting junkies on ’em
keep it short if you’ve got a problem
’cause the n+gga that you’re hyping up to, might have something on ’em
i swear to god, n+gga don’t want me on ’em
i’ll just holla at carlton and rocks, and we can get to dumping on ’em (dumping)
don’t come ’round flashing your sh+t (sh+t)
’cause my n+gga knuckles hates to see a n+gga stunting on ’em
part time shooter
hustling’s my other business
if you wanna purchase, don’t be coming with no monkey business (monkey business)
don’t look inside the bag, it’s got something in it
that’s what i tell the b+tch, travelling to country with it
life’s real f+cked up, but you gotta try and live it
jail ain’t a place, that i’m tryna visit
coke, you think i like to flip it? clients really like to sniff it (sniff it)
f+ck the government
drug money fam, yeah i’m out to get it

[hook: sizzle]
wooly road n+ggas serving up the pengaleng g (g)
shotting n+ggas from the city to the country (country)
walk around with the sh+lls like humpty (humpty)
this little rookie’s strapped, you can get clapped g
wooly road n+ggas serving up the pengaleng g (g)
shotting n+ggas from the city to the country (country)
walk around with the sh+lls like humpty (humpty)
this little rookie’s strapped, you can get clapped g (get clapped)

[verse 2: sizzle, giggs]
there’s a lot of running scramblers when the guns go off
sh+lls straight through, make a coup look soft
i’m the bison of the game, yeah you met the boss
and i ain’t broke motherf+ckers, i don’t need to floss
got bare youngin’s on the block that will tear your sh+t up (yeah)
quick to strap up (yeah)
give them the sign then just claim they clap up (yeah)
got my big dog, size will calm your pups down (calm down)
then clap them straight down (woof, woof, woof)
i don’t like n+ggas that smile or fake frown (no)
[?] is fake clown
se17, man it’s two 15, plus one 16
in the clip, better dip, when the ‘narm and the gaza on the strip
’cause we’re know for letting off like the jezzies on the trip
and the whip known for letting them toys
so the feds call [?] when they try approach the boy
don’t even say a word
they ain’t even screaming “oi”

[chorus: giggs]
pecknarm n+ggas got the macs and the pump (got the what?)
gully n+ggas on the strip, shotting junk (shotting what?)
them little youngins ’round yellow brick are hungry (hungry)
i’ll get your stupid ass shot for a monkey (shot)
pecknarm n+ggas got the macs and the pump (got the what?)
gully n+ggas on the strip, shotting junk (shotting what?)
them little youngins ’round yellow brick are hungry (hungry)
i’ll get your stupid ass shot for a monkey (shot)

[verse 3: giggs & sizzle]
’round here the feds are over on us
kicking everyone’s door off, nicking all my f+cking youngers
i say it straight, there’s a snitch among us
when i find out who it is, i’ma put one in his f+cking jumper
they got me paranoid, looking around
thinking that’s anyone passing me is gotta be a f+cking undercover
following behind, tryna clock the plate that’s on my bumper
sizzle tell these n+ggas what the f+ck you under
ever since i lost, half the streets been my father
get whatever i want, the cars on the prada
chains and gabbana
most of my n+ggas go through the same drama
sh+t never changes
[?] still got papers, so f+ck all you haters
sn1, otrizzy, the team
we be the money makers
letter from an og
when it comes to paper
chop like a gater
lay [?] down, and think about it later

[outro: sizzle & joe grind]
haha
yeah, yeah
oi
sizzle [?] was crazy
otizzy, bare f+cking nice (come on man)
[?] you ain’t f+cking with us
want me to tell you what’s f+cking with us?
they’re lying man
they look you in the face, and they’re lying
it’s real
yo shoutout to my n+gga swift
yo shoutout [?] joe grind
joe grind
grind it out there
it’s real (it’s hot)
my n+gga jones (foss, [?])
on some international grind
he takes some sh+t overseas
it’s f+cking real man
you ain’t f+cking with us
you say you’re on the grind? you ain’t got no gear, you’re lying
oi
it’s nothing man
it’s a bit of f+cking boxer shorts
[?] f+cking [?]
£8, 2.15, 3 pound f+cking 20
get me? oi it’s done
if you ain’t wearing the f+cking grind gear
you ain’t got it
if you ain’t got it?
you ain’t f+cking got it

- giggs lyrics

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