Beatbreakin' Songtext
von Giggs
Beatbreakin' Songtext
I been canned full of hard bars some other time, you get me?
Real grindy on the streets
Grind (no)
You couldn′t really tell this is a phone ting
Spare no-one shit (spare)
Yeah, this is real hard (hard)
Niggas bust guns (baow)
Fuck them little lighters, I wanna see flames (flames)
'Cause this will make a nigga, wheel up and come again
Grind is the name, blood I didn′t have to say that
Look at my ring, and my jacket, and my grind hat
Boxers with pockets, real niggas wouldn't mind that (trust)
Put your things in them, and the feds won't find that
Got me caught slipping, if I do, then I′m peace (peace)
′Cause the feds can't touch Giggs, they′re trying shit on me (me)
I'm just tryna make Ps (Ps)
I start a little buis, stack a bit, then the shit turns 300 degrees (celsius)
I had a J-O-B (B)
My boss is pissed ′cause I was making money on the side, he's a D-I-C (hey)
But that won′t stop me (nah)
I make my grind, yeah, all my haters look, look
Watch me make few cheese (here)
This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
This is normal, it's nothing
Spare no-one be breakin' (trust)
Spare no (spare)
This is spare no (spare)
This is spare no (spare, spare, no, no, one)
This is spare no
This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
This is normal, it′s nothing
Spare no-one be breakin′ (trust)
This is spare no (spare)
This is spare no (spare)
This is spare no (spare, spare, no, no, one)
This is spare no
I want stacked an elastic band (bands)
I'm up early with the cocaine scales and the plastic bads (plastic)
Smash out coke (coke), grab that dough (dough)
That should be the definition of a smash and grab
The amount of times I′ve had to clap at fags (fags)
But it's either that or I can wait ′til my back gets stabbed
Somebody's snitching, I ain′t acting bad (nah)
But the shit I'ma do when I catch that -
N- don't want me fucking mad (nah)
′Cause that′s when I'll go old school
Rolling with my straps in cabs (straps in cabs)
Two-three straps and mags (straps and mags)
And you can go to war and tell your family "Right, pack them bags"
They say they′ve never heard of trap this bag (bag)
But Boom gave me the beat, I grabbed the pen, and I smashed that pad
My son don't even know it yet but when he′s talking to me
He's looking at a smash hit dad
This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
This is normal, it′s nothing
Spare no-one be breakin' (trust)
This is spare no (spare)
This is spare no (spare)
This is spare no (spare, spare, no, no, one)
This is spare no
This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
This is normal, it's nothing
Spare no-one be breakin′ (trust)
This is spare no (spare)
This is spare no (spare)
This is spare No (spare, spare, no, no, one)
This is spare, no
Real grindy on the streets
Grind (no)
You couldn′t really tell this is a phone ting
Spare no-one shit (spare)
Yeah, this is real hard (hard)
Niggas bust guns (baow)
Fuck them little lighters, I wanna see flames (flames)
'Cause this will make a nigga, wheel up and come again
Grind is the name, blood I didn′t have to say that
Look at my ring, and my jacket, and my grind hat
Boxers with pockets, real niggas wouldn't mind that (trust)
Put your things in them, and the feds won't find that
Got me caught slipping, if I do, then I′m peace (peace)
′Cause the feds can't touch Giggs, they′re trying shit on me (me)
I'm just tryna make Ps (Ps)
I start a little buis, stack a bit, then the shit turns 300 degrees (celsius)
I had a J-O-B (B)
My boss is pissed ′cause I was making money on the side, he's a D-I-C (hey)
But that won′t stop me (nah)
I make my grind, yeah, all my haters look, look
Watch me make few cheese (here)
This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
This is normal, it's nothing
Spare no-one be breakin' (trust)
Spare no (spare)
This is spare no (spare)
This is spare no (spare, spare, no, no, one)
This is spare no
This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
This is normal, it′s nothing
Spare no-one be breakin′ (trust)
This is spare no (spare)
This is spare no (spare)
This is spare no (spare, spare, no, no, one)
This is spare no
I want stacked an elastic band (bands)
I'm up early with the cocaine scales and the plastic bads (plastic)
Smash out coke (coke), grab that dough (dough)
That should be the definition of a smash and grab
The amount of times I′ve had to clap at fags (fags)
But it's either that or I can wait ′til my back gets stabbed
Somebody's snitching, I ain′t acting bad (nah)
But the shit I'ma do when I catch that -
N- don't want me fucking mad (nah)
′Cause that′s when I'll go old school
Rolling with my straps in cabs (straps in cabs)
Two-three straps and mags (straps and mags)
And you can go to war and tell your family "Right, pack them bags"
They say they′ve never heard of trap this bag (bag)
But Boom gave me the beat, I grabbed the pen, and I smashed that pad
My son don't even know it yet but when he′s talking to me
He's looking at a smash hit dad
This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
This is normal, it′s nothing
Spare no-one be breakin' (trust)
This is spare no (spare)
This is spare no (spare)
This is spare no (spare, spare, no, no, one)
This is spare no
This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
This is normal, it's nothing
Spare no-one be breakin′ (trust)
This is spare no (spare)
This is spare no (spare)
This is spare No (spare, spare, no, no, one)
This is spare, no
Writer(s): Marcus Lloyd Thompson, Nathaniel Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

