The Blow Back

[Verse 1: Giggs]

Yeah, man better know that

(What?), man coming at that gang

Get banged from the blow back

Man better show that cheese, bang bang nigga, Kodak

Man says it’s cold outside, but man’s prang, where my coat at?

Man slang, where’s the coke at?

Man wanna hang themselves, still bang, where the rope at?

Need [?] for my drink, she ran, brang me a coke pack

Tell a nigga take notes, I made him hand me the notepad

Shit popped to bananas, I might pop to Bahamas

Man’s living that life, I’m going shops in pajamas

I leave pops in apartments, I might pop to the barbers

I just stopped at the marge’s and dropped Tyler and Marcus

I just jumped out of bed, I heard a knock from the gardeners

I said no, not today, and what’s good? You’ve alarmed us

Captains and corporals, man rock with commanders

I could’ve rocked the Armani, but man dropped the Gabbana’s

Back to the OG rap, scrap that acoustic

Back to the OG trap, yeah that kind of music

So take all your hats off, slap them at Whoo Kid

Back with them two packs, yeah, that nigga new BIG

Yeah I’m back nigga, new Giggs

Anyone can get it, old boys or the new kids

Yeah, I’m back and exclusive, yeah, I’m back and abusive

I used to mack with the burger, but now I’m back for the sushi

[Hook: Giggs]

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

[Verse 2: Stormzy]

Yo, used to run around with a whole lot of food

Ain’t got to trap, niggas know what I do

Sitting in my yard with a big boy spliff

And a portion of chips and a phone full of nudes

Scumbag ting, honey, I’m sick

Rudeboy, I can get gully like Blittz

Rule number five, man, you know we never mention the price

And I treat that money like Flipz

And I swear down, niggas always lying in their rap hooks

Probably couldn’t tell me how a strap looks

Bro 6ix got the tunes on his hard drive

So I tell him put the riddim on my Macbook

Yeah, they love it when I go in on a grime beat

They love it when I do it cause I rap good

Man, I never used to have no trainers

Now I’ve got bare, that’s word to my black foot

Shutdown Twitter, my nigga, it’s peak

Doing like a million views in a week

You ain’t really fucking with the powers I’ve reached

Brothers in the church like “young nigga preach”

I ain’t even got to try prove what I’m on

Name’s Big Mike, I do what I want

Don man talk ’bout the work that they mash <