No Back Bone Giggs (Ft. Aystar & Tiny Boost)

[Intro]
Load me up, IV

[Verse 1: Tiny Boost]
Yeah, yeah, uh
What the fuck is all that gossip 'bout?
It wasn't us if we ain't shoot him up or chop him down
Nah, that ain't my bitch, that's just a toss around
I got the streets, though, I'm covering a lot of ground
I'm takin' over, running to that bank and I can't take it slower
Came up out the rock like my name was Hova
Mummy raised a king, Peckham made a soldier
Yeah this thing is ours like La Cosa Nostra
Coca Cola, baking soda
Ah, put the magic in, that's Hocus Pocus
Niggas sending shots and I don't even notice
True, they're babies to me, I just wipe their noses
Pull up with a stick and just do the Moses
Put a parting through your wig like he did the ocean, uh
My bad, I meant the sea
If you ask about mе, I'm everything I'm meant to bе
My darg in that jammy got a quarter century
My other darg in that trap, he got a quarter of them kis
All I do is talk about the streets
That rat came home and he got corn within a week
Shh, yeah, shouldn't even speak
Very short fuse with a very long reach
All I do is win, I've had a very long streak
Ain't no fillin' my shoes with them feet
Me and you ain't size, nigga, don't know who lied to ya
I can see the bitch behind that twinkle in your eye, nigga
Never been my guy if I ain't done that do or die with ya
I won't say slatt but for that pack you get slimed, nigga
In the bin, no strap, just an ice picker
And I got money on my mind, nigga
Hundred racks, straight cash, that's a nice figure
I'm still gang, I ain't no side switcher