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Giggs

"Ultimate Gangsta"

[Verse 1: Giggs]
Nightmares
Give these n*ggas hysterias
Jokers
n*ggas is serious (mmm!)
Everybody's strapped up, posted
Chilling in areas
Everybody's got that pistol
Couldn't get near us (nah!)
Everybody's got talk
Everybody wants some
Everybody's got guns
Yeah, everybody's got one (yeah)
Hit him with the hand ting
Or get him with the long one
Man gon' get a little wrong done
Man gon' get him in the long run (switch it)
Hold 'em and poke that wanker
This that ultimate gangsta
This that n*ggas don't want no smoke
'Cause this that ultimate cancer
n*ggas ain't jumping no boat
My n*ggas ain't throwing no anchor (anchor)
n*ggas just roll up and smoke man
n*ggas just going out gangsta (mmm!)
n*ggas just roll up, want big noise
n*ggas just blow up that tanker (bap bap bap bap!)
n*ggas wanna roll with them big boys
Biggest authority stamper (yes)
n*ggas ain't sipping no cups
So nuttin' don't flow with no Fanta
Thinking these n*ggas is wet
Now n*ggas is going out damper (yes!)
I said Batman
They thought man was joking
When I'm talking bout' dressing all black
A n*gga was scopin'
'Cause I'm f*cking this rap sh*t
n*ggas is sulking (sulking)
f*ck your little chit chat talk show
n*ggas is smoking (smoking)
n*ggas ain't getting no cash now
n*ggas just coping (no cash)
n*ggas just looking Macauley
n*ggas is coking (ha!)
You can just get hit with that .40
Or n*gga gets poking (poking)
Man have got me thinking it's game time
When they see a n*gga get coaching (yeah)

[Hook: Giggs]
Man have got shooters
n*ggas just get them
n*ggas just get them
n*ggas just ate them
n*ggas just get them
n*ggas just get them
n*ggas just get them
n*ggas just get them
n*ggas just get them, ate them
n*ggas just swept them
n*ggas just get them
n*ggas just get them
n*ggas just get them
n*ggas just get them
n*ggas just get them
n*ggas just get them (2 Chainz!)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I got to war in a suit
I hit the chick in a glut
The condo, it came with a coupé
The Southside ain't been the same since we launched T.R.U
This is the real street category
Rocking more rings than Robert Horry
Flow real nasty like a lavatory
No more of me in the inventory
Yeah, out with the clip on the side
I got my di*k on her thigh
Wrists don't f*ck with you lie
Pistol on 4th of July
n*gga, I hate when you lie
Bankroll thicker than Nicki Minaj
Ah, make em sit like a cigar
Ah, sipping the rod, you can smell it for a mile
Uh, check the stats, man
See what they do to a black man
I'm still undefeated even when I'm shooting jump shot
For some money in the trash can
And my holster got embroidery
When they see me they recording me
Got a grill, n*gga? Show your teeth
They ain't yours, n*gga, show your lease
Yeah, that man
I'm just running up a sack man
In the backseat with my feet
On the partition, simply relaxing
Tryna' put a line between me and you?
Call that a fraction
Thinking I don't know how to act?
sh*t, I'm about that action (jheeze!)
Uh, drinkin' on that Act'
sh*t, talking 'bout the trap
Walk around with racks
Walk around with straps
Walk around with SKs
Been rich for a decade
Tatted up like a esé
I really fell in love with how the TEC spray
Ultimate gangsta
I don't give a finuck
Pull up in a trinuck
n*gga better dinuck
Turn your ass to dinner
Save you for some leftovers
Run up on you from the right side
And shoot you in your left shoulder

[Hook: Giggs]
Man have got shooters
n*ggas just get them
n*ggas just get them
n*ggas just ate them
n*ggas just get them
n*ggas just get them
n*ggas just get them
n*ggas just get them
n*ggas just get them, ate them
n*ggas just swept them
n*ggas just get them
n*ggas just get them
n*ggas just get them
n*ggas just get them
n*ggas just get them
n*ggas just get them

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