Urban Monk - We Got lyrics

[Verse 1: Skrapz] Bomb, I ain't got the moves like Jagger You ever see shutters? I move like Spragga In my whip, listening to French Montana 357 black bandana Cocaine in a duffel bag in the boot Yo it came from Ghana, hold tight Nana Any time my n***as touch down in the booth It's a straight up banger, swear down brother I've done a lot of dirt for my team, ask Bada 357, in my jeans all summer I break down bricks into Zs in the trap Then I make two phone calls, drop it on the runner Everybody knows what I'm on, I'm a gunner See me on your ends in a Benz, take cover Search me boss, I'll make moves when I wanna Hollow tips in my clip, I'm gonna turn man a goner My n***a Super's got the 40 caliber to snap a n***a Like a camera, the trigger give an automatic dosage My n***as all ferocious, everybody know this You'll always hear me screaming free Jazzi, he's the closest Catch me in the kitchen with some dope, I'm the dopest Duffel bag straps, I'm the opposite of hopeless Back in 06, you would've seen me in a Focus You'll soon see me pull up in a Bimmer with the sofas Blackjack ting, I get rid of the jokers I used to buy packs and distribute it to the smokers Now I buy packs and distribute it to my soldiers I told my young bucks to start moving like your olders Take this rucksack and put it on your shoulders And always check your rear view for the rollers And just remember money is the motive We're heading to the top, just in case you never noticed [Hook: Giggs] We got the rocks, we got the rocks rolling We got them rocks, we got the flocks phoning Eat off the top and watch the prof roll in Back of the net like ch, slip that goal in [Verse 2: Giggs] He's got the spot, he's got the spot He's got the Yak, she's got Ciroc Breeze off the Glock, squeeze off the Glock He's not as hot, he got forgot He's not the boss When we roll up on man, we popped it off We're too grown up for man, let's pop the Scotch They're just donuts for man, you're wash, you're wash The shot of your clap take man's hand off n***as ride at em with gangster-like stanos I'm talking a strap to strap stand-off n***as get clap, I'm back, the rap mammoth We're back to just rolling We got the crack, the packs are just flowing in We don't respond to prats, we disown him Knock down them pricks like pins, this sh**'s bowling That man just kept phoning Before on apps, I check my sh**'s roaming We don't beat round the bush, I just told him Ain't got the Ps, it's not for disclosing Had to lock up the trap, the shop's closing Then I took hold of this rap and just owned him Man who got pushed to the side, just postponed him n***as went like the machine, I push close him Wish man would stop moaning Ain't me that chose this path, I'm just chosen I'm like that sleeping giant that's been woken Light up my ganja spliff and sip potion [Hook]