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Damn (feat. Joe Grind & TIny Boost) [Explicit]
Giggs, Dubz, Joe Grind, Tiny Boost
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From the triple OG's, to the OG's, to the YG's
Pecknarm, Black Bandana gang
And you know that we do this ting, yeah?
So, holla at me
Damn, now this is the hard stuff
The shit G's listen to before they mask up
The same shit that you listen to while you're on the trap
And the last thing you hear when you park up
Giggs already told you about the macs and the pumps
Spray your head back and your back and you're done
Little prats better run when I grab on the gun
'Cause there's no apologies when you're wrapped and you're slumped
You know the D's want our crime stopped
That's why they got a real G on the
Fuck that, fam', I'm out to make my nine pop
So, act up in Pecky 'round me and get a mind shot
After the trap, still hollerin' at J
Catch me beatin' a jezzy with my .9 in my waist
'Cause I'll clap my suttin' off, any time of the day
Run up on me, you can try and get layed
Same black bandana, niggas know I keep my shit real
Fuck with Young Spen and probably get your shit killed
I ain't even from the beef until it's wig peeled
And I ain't even from the B's until I hit mills
Damn, now this is the hard stuff
The shit G's listen to before they mask up
The same shit that you listen to while you're on the trap
And the last thing you hear when you park up
Damn, now this is the hard stuff
The shit G's listen to before they mask up
The same shit that you listen to while you're on the trap
And the last thing you hear when you park up
I need this cheese, not mozzarella
I will squeeze and pop a fella
ROC not Roc-a-fella
ROC, what I chop and sell up
So, if you're washed and fed up
Don't resist the ask
I might squash a Z up in your sister's ass
That's how shop get set up
Business class, I got my legs up, piff-piff, blast
Let's do this Giggs, exclusive shit
Produced and mixed, it sounds stupid sick
So, if you and your clique's on some superstar shit
I'ma shoot the star quick, leave your you a bastard
For fuckin' with our clique, call one of my dargs quick
Come down in an R6 and let off a cartridge
I'm one of the hardest, I'm gunnin' regardless
You dumb little niggas ain't fuckin' with hard shit
Damn, now this is the hard stuff
The shit G's listen to before they mask up
The same shit that you listen to while you're on the trap
And the last thing you hear when you park up
Damn, now this is the hard stuff
The shit G's listen to before they mask up
The same shit that you listen to while you're on the trap
And the last thing you hear when you park up
I don't need to act, fam', I'm
Broke now, but I'm waitin' on a fat lump sum
Loadin' up the fat dum-dums
I'm waitin' to attack someone
Kicked off the door, sit on the floor
Anybody moves, they're gettin' six from the four
Ooh, you're gettin' kicked in the jaw
Anybody moves, they're gettin' pitched on the floor
Riskin' the law
Bussin' off the ting 'til my pain's
Gone and I ain't even pissed anymore
Blood drips on the floor
Scratchin' on my trigger finger, it's never felt so itchy before
I never put my lips on a whore
You know Hollowman, I fling my dick in her jaw
She's eyein' up my jeans now
She clocked the label and saw that they were Christian Dior
Damn, now this is the hard stuff
The shit G's listen to before they mask up
The same shit that you listen to while you're on the trap
And the last thing you hear when you park up
Damn, now this is the hard stuff
The shit G's listen to before they mask up
The same shit that you listen to while you're on the trap
And the last thing you hear when you park up
Ah, excuse me, Joe
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