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[Intro: Giggs] Fam I don't even need dat Man said 3-2-1 (Ay Ryde lemme get that lighter) Real certified Gs in the building (Ay lemme get that, lemme get that) Fanatix Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (aaahh) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Giggs] Man touch road like a cabman Old school, man just jump out with mad man No tool, man just jump out and grab man (grab man) Man's been known as the badman (yeah) Man jump out, chop, kebab man (local) Man jump out, pop and bag man (phone call) Man just boxed up and bat man (pop pop) Man like Sneakbo and Batman (oooh) Man just popped up and burnt like Three man, man just hopped off the dirtbike Fuck that, man just switched up and burnt mics Certi, man just popped up all cert like (yeah) Man just rocked up and murked like Mad tracks, man just mopped up, commerce guys Mad Max, man just knock-knocked and earthed guys Fake yutes, man try cockblock the surf guys Armour, man might pop that banana (yeah) Hair-loss, man can't locks like Akala (mmm!) Bling bling, man's that frostbite alamer Pour 'Yac for man who lost life to karma (karma) Man who lost life to drama (yeah) Hungry, man's all offside the marga Catholics and man who rock that Shahada Man gets money, boss life, Soprano (mmm!) [Chorus: Giggs] Active (active), active (yeah) Strap's got a nigga all active (active) Strap's got a nigga all active (all active) Strap's got a nigga all active (active) Mac's got a nigga all active (active) Mac's got a nigga all acting (yeah) Strap's got a nigga all active (all active) My dog's got a nigga bull mastiff [Verse 2: Sneakbo] I do my ting, I get it in My name hold weight, I ain't in the gym I get it cracking, pull up on you with the ting I back it out, no chattin', let it ring, ring, ring, ring, ring like Run up on a nigga like (sshh sshh) Whistle got the corn going (fff, fff, fff) Niggas gettin' slumped when I hop out the bush I used to smoke niggas now I only smoke kush, fam, fuck them (that's right) Fam I got money, got money to make My real niggas always get a slice of my cake I'm talkin' killers that was riding with me back in the days Pack in the tray, get chased, slap at the Jakes Cause man been known as a mad man Big bad, Hollow from 'Narm a real bad man Real nigga killing the game yeah that's gang gang Fake yutes actin' tough, they ain't like that Strap that, B's and P's yeah that's gang signs Lost friends, free the dargs doing mad time Us man really ride 'bout that damn life Life been mad for man, time to damn shine Jetskis, turn your chicks into sex freaks Feds pre-pissed that they can't arrest me Seattle gold chillin' on my neck G Big tun tun cause niggas can't protect me I'm gunning like I'm playing for Arsenal I'm from A-Town, town my castle Sick young bucks, big slugs, YGs will blast you My block's not a block to pass through Been bangin' my ting, letting it ring, making it sing Had to kick down doors, they weren't letting us in Real niggas back in style, sit and watch us win (that's right) I'm a prince, Hollowman the king (That's right) [Chorus: Giggs] Active (active), active (yeah) Strap's got a nigga all active (active) Strap's got a nigga all active (all active) Strap's got a nigga all active (active) Mac's got a nigga all active (active) Mac's got a nigga all acting (yeah) Strap's got a nigga all active (all active) My dog's got a nigga bull mastiff (mmm!)