Giggs Ultimate Gangsta Lyrics

[Giggs:]

Nightmares

Give these niggas hysterias

Jokers

Niggas 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 niggas don’t want no smoke

‘Cause this that ultimate cancer

Niggas ain’t jumping no boat

My niggas ain’t throwing no anchor (anchor)

Niggas just roll up and smoke man

Niggas just going out gangsta (mmm!)

Niggas just roll up, want big noise

Niggas just blow up that tanker (bap bap bap bap!)

Niggas wanna roll with them big boys

Biggest authority stamper (yes)

Niggas ain’t sipping no cups

So nuttin’ don’t flow with no Fanta

Thinking these niggas is wet

Now niggas is going out damper (yes!)

I said Batman

They thought man was joking

When I’m talking bout’ dressing all black

A nigga was scopin’

‘Cause I’m fucking this rap shit

Niggas is soaking (soaking)

Fuck your little chit chat talk show

Niggas is smoking (smoking)

Niggas ain’t getting no cash now

Niggas just coping (no cash)

Niggas just looking Macauley

Niggas is coking (ha!)

You can just get hit with that.40

Or nigga gets poking (poking)

Man have got me thinking it’s game time

When they see a nigga get coaching (yeah)

Man have got shooters

Niggas just get them

Niggas just get them

Niggas just ate them

Niggas just get them

Niggas just get them

Niggas just get them

Niggas just get them

Niggas just get them, ate them

Niggas just swept them

Niggas just get them

Niggas just get them

Niggas just get them

Niggas just get them

Niggas just get them

Niggas just get them (2 Chainz!)

[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 dick on her thigh

Wrists don’t fuck with you lie

Pistol on 4th of July

Nigga, 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 junk shot

For some money in the trash can

And my holster got embroidery

When they see me they recording me

Got a grill, nigga? Show your teeth

They ain’t yours, nigga, 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?

Shit, I’m about the action (jheeze!)

Uh, drinkin’ on that Act’

Shit, talking ’bout the trap

Walk around with racks

Walk around with straps

Walk around with SKs

Then 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 [?]

Pull up in a [?]

Nigga better deal up

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

[Giggs:]

Man have got shooters

Niggas just get them

Niggas just get them

Niggas just ate them

Niggas just get them

Niggas just get them

Niggas just get them

Niggas just get them

Niggas just get them, ate them

Niggas just swept them

Niggas just get them

Niggas just get them

Niggas just get them

Niggas just get them

Niggas just get them

Niggas just get them