Giggs - Fire in the Booth (Part 2) lyrics

[Freestyle] I'm back out on my boss sh** I bet n***as though that I lost it I gone OTB now Ounces to boxes Still counting my losses F'd out as that gossip I thugged out with the wotsit Jump out and you're dog sh** I was looking at life in the dog pit Looking at life and I dodged it I was looking at guys like I was sh** I was Giggs, but now I'm just a number Now I'm out on my sh** with my hunger Light up the booth let me fill it up with Ganja Watch them specials turning, let that special burn him Hate, snakes, rats and vermins why all that petrol's burning My success is hurting My success is just k**ing breddas so much My success is hurting Get that cessy burning, get that s**y bird in She's obsessed with flirting, so get that s**y word in Phone number, get them texts working Tell her cut the phone s**, I want that s** in person Run up on ba*tards Touch them ba*tards So f** them ba*tards Got that Markarov Man'll [???] on ba*tards Wanna question Giggs? I got the f**ing answers f**ing ba*tards, I've had enough of [ba*tards] Stop begging, you've had your f**ing chances All you fence youts watching from the ringside I got contacts, n***as on the inside We're them cut work, wrap it up in cling guys AMG sign sitting on the rim side This is how we do it Three bedroom house swag this is how we blew it Eat up the rap game listen how we chew it Let it digest, piss it out and poo it Where the f**'s all my guerillas at All you real n***as better ??? Think your swagger man will slap off your Margiela hat I see you stunting with that baller but you're still a swat I tell her get your going out to dinner swag Any chick you see with Hollowman she got the winner tag If you see me standing in the club I got the ting and that Stunting get laid in a pool of blood I make you swim in that You little stuntman I get that jump lead, jump man We make that sh**, make n***as wanna slump man We got that big sound for your little jump and Rolling blacked out, with the seat low In the jungle, on the deep roll Man'll hot pepper, Jalapeno Show them how a gully f**ing G roll This is how we set it f** n***as man this is how we get it Life of the famous getting paralytic The haters so sorry, so apologetic Man f** all them n***as that wanna challenger n***as that be rolling on n***as with 40. caliber f** all them hating arse n***as thats only manista Case got buss wide open shout to my barrister I was sitting in prison watching the calender Sweeping and bopping the landing like I'm a janitor And I move jammy with n***as that wanna jam with a n***a that cabbages n***as cause I'm a cabbager The prophecy, please get off of me Old school like my steering's mahogany (To Charlie) You know them oldschool whips? The prophecy, please get off of me Old school like my steering's mahogany That's your n***as b**h he wants to offer me That's the reason these pricks tryna copy me If you're thinking the rap game is soft for me 2.5 of the 45 be costing me I'm an OG n***a, no guy's the boss of me Might catch me in the A Town with Flocka B Strap game's a k**er n***a make way for the rap game's gorilla Chicks looking at me like "that bre's a winner" I got top models up in the flat staying for dinner Yeah I remember way back, smack day's were realer Now I got footy fans that play for Villa The darkest yoot will get slapped change vanilla Might he more switch to the black range or bimmer I'm back again Raise your hat again Standing ovation, time to clap again Told a man's giant so time to flatten them Just has a late night session, man 's driving back and then Pigs turn left and then man's driving back on them Mad paranoid don't want that light to flash again And so the pigs turned off then my smile is back again Music turned low, rise it back again Where's that boom tune der? Find it back again I ain't listening to that pile of crap again They don't play man's sh**, why is that again? I send a complaint and they just file it back again (Alright let me wrap it up now) Keep your head above the water n***a Get your money out to feed your little daughter n***a And when you're in the trap with them junkies Check the money cause you know they like to short a n***a You gotta build your little fortune n***a You're on your own, ain't nobody gonna support you n***a The street life, look where it brought a n***a Tryna teach n***as what the hustle done taught a n***a I scream hell no Cause it's a hell hole n***as think it's Seasame Street looking for Elmo If you n***as stepping to me I let a shell go Never knew that n***a before but knew his girl though Never had nothing on Giggs put him in jail though Still put him in a cell though But he never rang the bell though Yea the art of war and it's another stance n***a can home from jail and got another chance Man these n***as laying around wrapped in their lover's arms Slap on the jimmy and let the rubber dance I ain't got time for that I'm in another cla** Tryna be that million air swimming in bubble baths They're asking bout When Will it Stop? But that's the summer chart