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strapstars - giggs & joe grind lyrics

[intro: giggs]
spare
boom productions
spare
it’s nothing (spare)
boom productions
strapstars
nothing
you must be used to him by now
trapstars (stars)
ahh
trapstars
trapstars
spare
listen

[verse 1: giggs]
right now the streets are getting darker
and the sh*t i’m going through, ain’t the type that you can repeating to a pastor (nah)
bagging work then meeting people after
i say my sh*t’s cut, it’s not the type that you’ll be healing with a plaster
right now i’m grieving ’cause the feds
my phone ain’t ringing
not even on the weekends fam, it’s dead (yeah)
i’m getting funny feelings in my head (head)
my baby mothers adding to the streets
so i ain’t even sleeping in her bed (for real)
and this is how i’m feeling on the regs
somebody help me up, it’s like i ain’t got no feeling in my legs
i’m tryna get this feeling out my head (head)
that’s why i’m on the track right now
just reasoning with dread
it’s like i got the world on my back (yeah)
and poverty’s got me in the kitchen with the scales and the packs
on the low, as i sail through the trap (trap)
and enemies got me in the cab
loading sh*lls in the strap

[chorus: giggs]
some motherf*cking trapstars
motherf*cking hooligans
n*ggas don’t [?] with me, they know what type of mood i’m in
trapstars
cuz i’m on this shooting ting
a n*gga chat sh*t to me, i’m motherf*cking shooting him
trapstars
so where’s your f*cking shooters then?
you got a lot of shooters but you don’t know what to do with them
it’s a motherf*cking (trapstars)
another banging tune again, when hollowman and grizzle’s on the motherf*cking tune again

[verse 2: joe grind]
i left my line at giggs’
spit the facts, you just died on me
my weights are at [?] but he’s not even on me
and i’m walking ’round, with a 8th, i don’t know if it’s weighed right
i’m so p*ssed, just noticed, i ain’t rhymed yet
it’s time to get my mind right
i’m gonna get some scales, bag my green up
charge up my line and grind all night
i ain’t going home tonight
[?] the whole time
only when my green’s done, that’s when it’s home time
i’m on the roads, asking certain n*ggas for a [?]
don’t smoke, but if they got it, i’ma put them on my line
tell them 079, i ain’t mike jones
screaming numbers from the track, i’ma put it in the phone
my plan is to make a nice p
stay on the low, don’t need attention from the d’s
i’m on my last name
ask anybody that knows about me

[chorus: giggs]
i’m a motherf*cking trapstars
motherf*cking hooligans
n*ggas don’t [?] with me, they know what type of mood i’m in
trapstars
cuz i’m on this shooting ting
a n*gga chat sh*t to me, i’m motherf*cking shooting him
trapstars
so where’s your f*cking shooters then?
you got a lot of shooters but you don’t know what to do with them
it’s a motherf*cking (trapstars)
another banging tune again, when hollowman and grizzle’s on the motherf*cking tune again

[verse 3: giggs & joe grind, both]
right then, our sh*t is getting graphic
and the only way i know to make p’s is to get coke and wrap it up in plastic
my line rings from 3, ain’t going that quick
if i wanna make p’s, i’m gonna have to use some better tactics
hustling’s in my blood, i never needed practice
i do sh*t off my own back, i don’t need no one to scratch this
soon as the phone rings, i’m [?] (yeah)
an opportunity to make p’s? then believe i’m gonna grab it
this is how our life live
joe’s got the harry white wits
and giggs has got the savage white smith
yeah, you can either have it like this
and if a n*gga slips
then we can let him have it like chris
fam i got the strally out quick
you’re moving too sick (sick)
i’ll just let the standing knife [?] (yeah)
[?] hit you get a samurai split
and that’s what the f*cks gon’ happen if your hand’s in my sh*t

- giggs joe grind lyrics

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