Top Boss Chiief Diin (Ft. Giggs)

[Intro: Chiief Diin]
Top Form Records
(Certified Bangerz)
Yota, yota, yota, yota, yota, yota, yota (Triple C's)

[Verse 1: Chiief Diin]
This is just the beginnin'
The finish line is so far, and clearly Diin de chief winnin'
My hater's soft like biscuit cream fillin'
These niggas weak, Chinese jean linen
I love singin', sometimes I choose sinnin'
Neck blingin', outside wid two women
It's my turn, Adil Rashid spinnin'
Me and Giggs chasin' dreams for life, dream livin'
Hot like the pastries in Tesco's grocery store
A-L-S-O slice bread, the whitе one, fresh toast
Links in the north, south, еast and west coast
There's money to make, Giggs, let's go
Always have a strap, it's part of my dress code
I buy raw gas to smoke, Esso
I hate pure weed, that shit give me chest cold
My style kinda stupid
It's a pleasure doing a song with you Giggs, to y'all, I'm a new kid (Ahaha)
Big up Saint Michael where all my crew is
We shoot from any angle, Mandžukić
My team get bread and split bread
We turn OZ's to keys, we flip bread
I love black girls, big breast, thick legs
I don't fuck bad bitches, they suck my dick head
Gettin' money is all man know
Instrumentals get me wild, Tarzan mode
Thirty-two bars and more
Clip carry twenty-three, Jordan 4
Lucian blood, but Bridgetown I born and grow
Can't forget to hail my nigga burke success
Come wid bigger visions, bigger works
Big mansion
People feel it is a church
Only God can judge me, I don't know 'bout Christopher Burche