Yeah Giggs Spare No-1 It’s nothing Big Bad Blue Mykal Million Kings in the streets We got this locked We got this shit Spare No-1’s the camp (Fucking camp) Kyze Joe Griz Triggs Ninj Fucking Gunna D Spen, Young Giggs It’s nothing Starman Production
You know the fiends kicks off when my name gets called But Giggsy rides out til the tires are pulled (Like they don’t fucking know) Yo, and I don’t even need a weapon Leave a pussy nigga begging when I kick his fucking head in Uh (Ooh), I keep the heat and baby missiles If you wanna get gritty, then I’m screwing on the whistles Uh, I’m forever on the grizzle (Grizzle) Put a bullet in you (In you), if you try to start, don’t be simple (Simple) Listen, I’m from the heart of the ghetto Where most of the population is possessed by the devil (For real) And we know what it means to be poor So forget about love ’cause no one feels it no more (No one’s seeing it) Uh, listen, and the bitches are hoes One minute they could be with you, then they’re fucking your foes You gotta keep your heaters with you, keep your eye on the road (The road) And before you even know it you’ll be smoked by your bro I’m telling you, this is hell and we don’t even know But the devil’s got us pulled just ’cause the weather is cold And the pigs are devils workers so they’re out on patrol But there’s nothing they can do to stop the crack from getting sold (For real) Uh, and that’s a fact, not fiction (Fiction) The fiends are drugs they want ’cause they paid for the prescription (You get me fam?) Blud, I’m out for the dough, but I’m on the low (Why?) ‘Cause I ain’t going back to prison (Come on) I know a lot of niggas pissed that I’m back There’s a lot of competition but I’m fresh out the lab (The lab) At the same time, a lot of breddas thinking they’re bad But the pistol I’m packing will leave ’em shitting in bags I’m tryna get back on the grizzle but the prices are mad They make me wanna grab a bally block colour mags Pally, pally with niggas, they’re running their gas Get the poppers and notes I want all of the stacks (Come on) I want some gully, hungry niggas that’re low on the cash (Well low on the cash) They don’t give a fuck, they’ll ride for a quarter of ash And they can’t afford so they be [?] Work on their metals, you keep on working on abs A lot of niggas in the hood stay making me laugh (For real) Yeah they talk a lot of shit like they got lips on their ass (For real) But they done a lot of dirt, they put in a lot of work Only dirt that they did is when they get out of the bath And these chicken heads are on it, yeah you know where they are Tryna flock a little a little traffic when they wiggle their ass Want me to take them to a club and buy them drinks at the bar But the minute they mention money they can get out the car (Haha) Yeah, I see you tomorrow And the roads are kinda sticky but I’m pitching the raw If a nigga try to slit me then I’m quick on the draw If you see a bitch with me, she got coke in her bra (For real fam) And you can stash your shit in the cunt Bitch, sit in the front I’m the pick of the bunch I’m the sickest nigga you niggas have heard of in months I’m the quickest nigga to grip it and run up and dump Niggas can get it how Little Z did from the runts (For real) In the city of Gods, you pussies pissing me off Since I touch road I noticed niggas scared to get robbed Like, uh, “fuck the grizzle man I’m getting a job”
Bitch niggas, bitch niggas, bitch niggas Bruddas Spare No-1 Yeah The bar say it all