Untitled 6 lyrics

[Intro: Giggs]
Pinch, n*gga (Giggs), pinch
L, L, (L)
Knock, knock (T.Comma, pinch)
[?] f*ck up right now
This one's very, very hot

[Verse 1: Giggs, ?]
Tell me how my sh*t is sounding
These SN n*ggas keep their guns around them (Straight, you know it's f*cking real)
These n*ggas ain't real
Screaming "killer" more times than a Dipset album (Huh, bang, bang)
I lost a lot of n*ggas in the struggle
Not a day goes by I ain't p*ssed about them
Can't get rid of my sorrow (Nah)
So I take a hit of the weed, grab the yak, take a sip to drown 'em (Bang. bang)
Most n*ggas act funny when a b*tch around them
b*tch n*ggas act hard when the clips around them
My dog, I'll let it devour them
Real n*ggas keep their head up and be a b*tch [?] (Keep your head up)
I'm in the slums tryna climb out
So believe cocaine's gotta lift me out (Come on)
Queens heads n*gga, I'm about them
If you don't understand, don't try and figure me out
f*ck feds, f*ck judges (Judges)
Everything Blair says, that's a load of rubbish (Rubbish)
They put us in positions where we gotta act thuggish
So please don't f*ck around me
'Cause I don't lack guns or courage (I don't)
Yeah I travel the roads
Pitch £50, rasta fiends value my stones
That b*tch will be the reason you will end up being taken out of the game
(Why's that?) 'Cause you can't leave the fanny alone
I'd rather be on the roads
Slanging 'caine in sets (Come on)
Got country boys loving off the 'caine I press
Don't come to me with that commercial sh*t
I don't work with this
Season it, it ain't no cess (Nah)
I'm a monster on this verse
Second that I heard this beat we bunned it
Not a n*gga on earth I can't bun with
What'd you expect n*gga? I smoke the strong sh*t (Yeah)