Giggs Times Tickin Lyrics

[Popcaan:]

Time ticking like bomb

Big fat ‘matic inna hand

Dem nuh bad like Mr Sutherland

Unruly and Hollowman

[Giggs:]

Yeah, time’s ticking

In the kitchen with Kentucky Fried, fried chicken

In the ride with the hottest chick, but I ain’t kissing

Tryna hire up the pussy, fuck it, I ain’t fishing

Mana rise up the bucky, nigga, I ain’t dissing

Tell a man to his face, fuck it, I ain’t bitching

But fuck it, back to the kitchen, nigga, fine whipping

Fine whipping, nigga whipping, nigga, wide shipping

Why listen?

9, mek the bwoy liff him

Man ah ride with that semi-9, bwoy, listen

Bucka-bye, bucka-bucka-bye, bwoy missing

Yeah, Rico, wire Mitch in

Yeah, big toast, bwoy skipping

Bully, Deebo, fly-tipping

Yeah, seat low, but I ain’t slipping

[Popcaan:]

Boy don’t give me chat inna mi face

Real killy, killy, buss a shot inna your face

Big fat Kalashnikov deh pon mi waist

Pussy suck ya mudda, me nuh cuss and me nuh no trace

Boy don’t give me chat inna mi face

Real killy, killy, buss a shot inna your face

Giggs have the ‘matic and the metric mi ah brace

The whole world know seh London ah mi place

[Giggs:]

Yeah, wild difference

Old school, I’ve been on life’s missions

Old school, I see online pictures

Old school niggas, couple wild sisters

Man stepped back and made a wide distance

Night time, a nigga ride vicious

White pictures, white slippers

Chess game, a nigga slide bishops

This is big business

Little off the top, well, that’s a quick skimmage

Act hard but you’re a bit timid

I’m just waiting on the big finish

Straight jeans, we don’t fit skinnish

You want a peanut punch, I grab a quick Guinness

Bareback? Man got the big jimmies

Popcaan, I’m with the sick killers

[Popcaan:]

Yeah, di killy dem ah kill yuh dawg

And mi make yuh duppy with mi spinner dawg

Mana killy, man a killer, man a sinner dawg

Unruly, bad ah yard, and we mad abroad

We nuh play like dominoe or three a card

Index finger play with the trigger hard

Giggs buss your head with a zigga dawg

Puppy can’t talk, we a bigga dawg

Wicked, unruly

Yo Giggs, you know the fucking ting by now

Boy don’t give me chat inna mi face

Real killy, killy, buss a shot inna your face