Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Giggs
Giggs
Vocals
Diddy
Diddy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Neville Thompson
Jason Neville Thompson
Lyrics
Louis Egyin-Buadu
Louis Egyin-Buadu
Composer
Sean "Puffy" Combs
Sean "Puffy" Combs
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LouisAura
LouisAura
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah... Ayo B, bring me some of that smoke And bring both the jars You know what I'm sayin'? Make me one already rolled up (yeah) Yeah, you know what it is Yeah, SN1 Come on Yeah, we in the ends now Yeah Yo, Giggs (we here) I'm with the gang and it's hazardous Gang signs, 45's and big calibers (yeah) I'm in the restaurant, I got the lamb and asparagus (yeah) My hands on her backside, it feels fabulous (yeah) Yeah, I'm with this bitch, but she's talentless (haha) My eyes stuck on those titties, look glamorous (glamorous) My sword swingin', it's as big as Excalibur, like Stop tryna kiss man in this camera light (ooh-wee) Standard proceedings I stand with them G's, that's gangster fatiguing (gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang) My right-hand man looks deceivin' But he might bite your hands if you feed him (ah) What? She got a man, but she teasin' She tease me, she with the gang, she deceived him (yeah) Easy, the little lamb's gettin' seasoned He's grievin' 'cause all her mans got the seasonin' (keep goin') Straight, it's out my hands if you trouble it My mandem'll let it bang 'cause we govern it (we govern it) Yeah, you swingin' hands, then we scufflin' They sayin' you loadin' up, but you bufferin' (haha) Yeah, quarter juice, just caught a boost (boost) My jacket's drippy, it's waterproof (ah) What time is it? It's quarter two I'm with the big dogs, I just caught a pooch (keep going, shh) Yeah, I never understand them I hold my hands out, and they disrespect my hands them (yeah) Even disrespect my mandem And use man, they brought us 'round these fuckin' randoms (fuckin' randoms) Upheld it Tough world, but we levelled up Yeah, upscaled it (upscaled it) Expelled them (expelled them) That yout's kinda full of bullshit and I smell it (haha, come on man) My ex-girl, she's (yeah) hittin' me, I'm just gettin' up (why you callin'?) Why? She couldn't help it (nah) She's too selfish, I'm replyin' while I'm sittin' up, tired and misspelled shit Big helpings, you Jodie Joe's better knuckle up Why? 'Cause this Melvin's (this Melvin's) I'm Van Helsing, bloodsucker got one in the back, bah, I just belched him (ah) Yeah, you know them G's been achievin' Believe that (you see it?), we'll beat him for treason (for treason) Yeah, I'm eager to teach him Fif', man were boxin' for teethin' (hahaha) Yeah, I know the jakes been policin' You snitch niggas, it's gettin' peak if you peakin' Yeah, you got the mop, but we sweepin' (sweepin') I'm always grateful for Ethan (thank you) We treat the man there quite fairly Please, just stop starin', them man, they try scare me (you see it?) Never got the picture even though it was advertised clearly Yeah, it's hand-picked 'cause I picked him It's Wooly Road Peckham, steppers from Brixton (bah, bah, bah) Pussy, you're gonna jeopardize victims (bah, bah, bah) That make a nice system Black king gods Black king gods Black king gods Ayo, Giggs, I see how you got it goin' down, down here man Shit You got the ends on lock Yeah, you like me, longevity, nigga We ain't here to play with y'all motherfuckers We Black king gods Black king gods Purity at its finest Yeah (black king gods) It is what it is Yeah, take that Move to the side, give this one to your bitch, take that too SN1 (Yeah, yeah) Black king gods
Writer(s): Sean Combs, Jason Neville Thompson, Louis Egyin-buadu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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