Fire In The Booth Part 4 – Giggs

You know what time it is when you hear this right
Let’s get ’em Giggs
Part 4
BIG BAD out there right now
Causing problems out there
Here to make some history
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Talk to ’em higher

Stick up that nigga, he needed stickin’ up
Pick up that nigga, he needed pickin’ up
Cut all the actin’ nigga, the jig is up
Fuck up the pattern, these niggas sittin’ ducks
This is the system but ain’t no riggin’ up
Yeah, yeah, end of the year I’m a couple million up
Give it up pussy, you better give it up
Mentionin’ Hollow, you better big it up

Earliest mornin’ I want the figures up
Ring it and ringin’ and ringin’, ringin’ bah
Just smoked a zubbie and got my willie up
Roll it in Rizla, ain’t got no Philli blunts
Niggas are stupid, niggas are really dunce
Man they on nothin’, this nigga really fronts
Niggas are pussy, these nigga really cunts
Stuntin’ 100, this nigga really stunts

They just fake it to death
Man caught beef, you’re mistakin’ the chef
OG when I’m takin’ them steps
Turn tables and I’m breakin’ them decks
Pissed off, they’re just makin’ me vexxed
Money’s on Giggs and he’s takin’ them bets
Fat pussy just makin’ me sweat
Big money just makin’ me flex

Big money, just wake up and stretch
Pussy, you get money and pay for respect
Pricks, try diss it we rake up the debt
Man get wicked and make him regret

They’re like Hollow, bossed me
Is he plugged in, they’re like, “Hollow, must be”
And it’s never disrespect, they know Hollow touchy
I’m like trust me my yuut, they’re like “Hollow, trust me”
Real nigga shit
Fake niggas stand up, real niggas sit
Pussy, this ain’t banter, peel niggas quick
They was talkin’ all that ’til niggas dipped
Little rappin’ liar
Wrap him up or click it up to rapid fire
Break that brick, get duckin’ when that Maccy fire
Man get trigger happy in that black attire
Yeah, Hollow trustin’
Hollow hungry, nigga Hollow bustin’
Hollow hustlin’
Quick time, Hollow sussed him

Two can’t play that
I’m bringin’ it back
Two part playback
And you can’t play that
You can’t say that
It’s that OG who starts Maybachs

And baby I’m selfish
Go get your own, you can’t get my shell fish
She’s on the phone with her sis gettin’ her nails fixed
He’s on the road with a brick gettin’ the mail shipped
Big blocks, big blocks
Big watch, big watch
Got them pigs on pig watch
Tick-tock, tick-tock

Hardest they sure
It’s a fucking garbage ratio
Compare me to ****
They’re like, “Nah, that’s H though”
They like, “Nah, that’s H flow”
And it’s hard to make those
I tote that automato
And she’s like a tomato

Wet, I went and drenched it
Anything they wanted me to, I went against it
Even when they gave me the sword, I went and fenced it
Man was runnin’ ’round on the block with that immense shit
You know the 10 shit

That’s why I’m out on the yacht, I know it’s rented
But it’s expensive

Who does it like me?
And dude doesn’t like me
Buck just pulled up
We bought two dozen Nike
I might do something pricey
I might move something spicy
Holler at clart
I might do something icey

Soon pass Vegas
Anikan Skywalk
I’m like 2 Darth Vaders
And you can’t tame us
You ask favors
Man just flexin’, do Barbados

Haha
Man like H in the building, woo
I see you my guy
BIG BAD out right now
Come through (Haha) and killed the ting again straight just like uh
Light (Look)
I’ve still got the headphones on, I’m not just gonna walk off, yeah, so
Thanks for that (Yeah, yeah)
I appreciate that (Yeah no wonder)
You’re gonna make peo-
You’re gonna make people not like me
You walk-
Yeah last time you just walked out the studio
I’m like, where you going brah?
Like everyone’s like, rah, H and Sloth don’t get on
They must’nt be mates
That’s our on-screen relationship
Yeah, they would not know that we actually-
That’s my bro
That we actually quite like each other (It’s my bro, it’s my brother)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, now you’re fucking up my career
Nah he’s my brother, one of my best friends out here
Man like H
Oi bro you shut it down bro
And that right there, that right there, is Fire In The Booth