Giggs - Round Here lyrics

[Verse 1: Giggs] Whip it in the house, whip it in the flats Whip it on the side, whip it in my lap Them n***as didn't rate little n***as' raps Or if it isn't H, if it isn't Skrapz Whip a little tape, n***a, look at that Whip a little cake, whip a cookie batch I could teach you little n***as how to cook a pat Serving raps, my little n***as, where your bookings at? Whip, whip, whip it, n***a, whip, whip it I've got sick, sick n***as and my b**h wicked Brought 'em backstage quick, I gave 'em six tickets 'Bout to cut the p**y up, she call the dick scissors b**h bent over say my dick's biggest Then she span the p**y on me, made my dick dizzy Gotta shout XL out for them six digits Now I do this sh** myself, I'm building sick bridges Observe them n***as, I've got that third eye I've got worthy n***as, they know I earnt mine Turn them triggers and let them birds cry Man'll burn them n***as, we'll hit 'em birds-eye Sick, sick n***a and a sick rapper This is big bad Hollowman and big Skrappa Got the swag dressed down, a little bit dapper Beat these b**h n***as up with the big whapper [Hook: Giggs & Skrapz] We keep it steady round here How you mean? n***as heavy round here I heard he's got a little desi down there Weed smoke, little medi round there Boom, we keep it steady round here On your marks, get set, n***as ready round here Ain't nobody lightweight, my n***as heavy round here All my n***as bruck shot, n***as Teddy round here [Verse 2: Skrapz] Boom, famous and dangerous Like some lions out the cage cuh they couldn't tame us I'm whip-whipping in my whip, I'm whipping with the stainless And if I see him, due to whip a n***a out his trainers Little pussies must've thought that they could contain us Nah man, we're the hardest n***as on the pavement n***as lying in their raps, talking this and talking that To tell the truth, it all sounds like prepared statements I'm in the game, now all these rappers tryna holla man It's real n***a rap, I had to shout my brudda Hollowman And if a n***a diss the programme, and they make me Whip my weapon out my pants, it's gonna mash up your tomorrow plan I've got my back against the wall, but that's the way I like it I said I'll always be a G, I must've been a psychic Riding round with my ride-or-die chick True, she likes to get low, I mek her bill it, but I always light it It's real life, nothing's been recited We're still turning up at parties when we're not invited I still smoke a lot of weed cuh that's exactly what I need To keep my head up in the skies, feeling like a pilot And oh, forgot to mention, all my n***as violent Shh, let me exercise my right to silence Gold chain round my neck, staring in the mirror, swinging k** a whole motherf**ing family if a n***a tried it [Hook: Giggs & Skrapz] We keep it steady round here How you mean? n***as heavy round here I heard he's got a little desi down there Weed smoke, little medi round there Boom, we keep it steady round here On your marks, get set, n***as ready round here Ain't nobody lightweight, my n***as heavy round here All my n***as bruck shot, n***as Teddy round here