Round Here Skrapz (Ft. Giggs)

[Verse 1: Giggs]
Whip it in the house, whip it in the flats
Whip it on the side, whip it in my lap
Them niggas didn't rate little niggas' raps
Or if it isn't H, if it isn't Skrapz
Whip a little tape, nigga, look at that
Whip a little cake, whip a cookie batch
I could teach you little niggas how to cook a pat
Serving raps, my little niggas, where your bookings at?
Whip, whip, whip it, nigga, whip, whip it
I've got sick, sick niggas and my bitch wicked
Brought 'em backstage quick, I gave 'em six tickets
'Bout to cut the pussy up, she call the dick scissors
Bitch bent over say my dick's biggest
Then she span the pussy on me, made my dick dizzy
Gotta shout XL out for them six digits
Now I do this shit myself, I'm building sick bridges
Observe them niggas, I've got that third eye
I've got worthy niggas, they know I earnt mine
Turn them triggers and let them birds cry
Man'll burn them niggas, we'll hit 'em birds-eye
Sick, sick nigga and a sick rapper
This is big bad Hollowman and big Skrappa
Got the swag dressed down, a little bit dapper
Beat these bitch niggas up with the big whapper