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Test out Da Nine
Giggs
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Boom Productions
I'm the best
Bloods, don't do that (nah)
Arms, legs, you can lose that
Nine takes mine, niggas shoot that
Shut your brain down, you can't reboot that (Boom Productions)
You ain't hard, better get back
We'll get your crew collapsed
You dumb fags, see you're on this ting, but you're just a chap
You pricks make me laugh at your rhymes
'Cause you chat like your guns got a different design
Blood, listen to mine
Same time make shotguns, you fuck a trap
So, get your head out the sky
I get the special to cry
You don't wanna test out the brains
Drop through your brain, make a get out and fly
Stretch out the grind, test out the nine
SM wanna open your head and let out your mind
This is get down and die, I said let the rounds fly
Show us the pound signs or get blown to cloud heights
Young man reckless, bad crack for breakfast
For a new necklace, get blown to your ancestors
Know that it's an armed ting, forever go hard ting
You think it was the races, the way the dogs barging
Niggas get scarred in or else they take part in
So, watch where you're parking or get daily departed
You can get blaste by niggas black scoffing
They love to get the nine out, cock mapping, rasting
Certain man ain't ready and I knew I'd outlast him
This is for the soldiers, this ain't for the half-hearted
Come on, Peckham arms the straight hardest
And this is our year, so fuck them other artists (Boom Productions)
Let me test out the nine
White press, I leave you left in our spine
Spineless, plus I leave you with no face
A headshot will have you looking like a blowfish
When I move with an arm, I
Got the big nine, I don't move with no armour
I go 'round, shoot up your town
Come back around, I'll be shooting at karma
I ain't shooting dice, but shooting's a gamble
I don't give a fuck, I let my gun blow
Fuck training, fuck camera
I lean at you with a gun full (Boom Productions)
Full clip will rip up your lungs too
Too much in your lungs, you can't run true
On the ride of my team, that's the wrong move (Boom Productions)
Pecky man still testing them nines
My squad get the best out of crime
Man, I don't get the special to ride
Couple shots might take out your lights
And they getting pissed off 'cause I know Giggs
But I got my own gang, did you notice
Peck 'em young guns, man niggas know this
Violating out, aim where your dome is
Guns out, best man where your heads going
Man will light up your set like the threads glowing
And I ride with the best known
Tiny, Giggs, Young Gunna, can't forget Joe
Might squeeze up to smack out your neck bone
Your leg bone, so how the fuck would your neck grow
Got connects for the best drone
SN1's our artist, let it get known (Boom Productions)
I got the best out behind me
SN1 on the test out the nine beats
Yes, I define streets, let out my man's heat
Rap works out, I might get out the grime scene
Drug walk in the park, little launch party
Then jet out for nine weeks (mm)
Check out a nice beach, stretch out my fine feet
Might holler at Jacob, check out a timepiece (yeah)
People won't forget about my fine team
SN1, I throw my set-up, the sign's P
My head's been a bit messed up
I might take a journey, set out to find me (yes)
Women set out to grind me (grind me)
They let the stress out, rewind me
In the stereo, but this just reminds me
Of bitch niggas that set out to line me
I stick my neck out for YG
Three Mac 10's, man spend up to 9G
I've been a mess-up since YB, be
I know the fatigue that I see, free
And I'm the best out the mic needs me
You better step out my sight please, G
Step out the line please
'Cause this is test out the nine grease
This is mess up your mind grease
This is get out your nine please
This is set up to find G
This is get out rewind please
I got a big up the YG's
I'm gonna set out to find peace
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