Текст песни The Blow Back - Giggs feat. Stormzy & Dubz
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
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
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
But
the
truth
is
don
man
usually
front
So
I
fuck
up
the
game
on
a
psycho
ting
Don
boy
there
on
a
giro
thing
Coco
Pops
and
a
morning
spliff
Two
slices
of
toast
on
a
Milo
ting
Pen
in
my
right
hand,
Biro
ting
Big
whips,
stylo
ting
Dem
man
are
likkle
like
a
micro
SIM
Some
wasteman
Toyota
Aygo
ting
I
go
sick,
nigga,
I
go
in
Sounds
of
the
skeng
on
a
Spyro
ting
Fire
on
the
high
road,
fire
on
the
back
street
Anywhere
I
go,
it's
a
pyro
ting
Girls
go
loose
when
the
lights
go
dim
Might
go
Keyshia's,
might
go
Kim's
I
could
go
Charlie
Sloth
or
go
Tim's
Go
to
the
barber
shop
and
get
trims
Then
I
tell
man
you
can
miss
me
with
the
cyber-chat
Cause
niggas
just
talk
but
I'm
fine
with
that
And
man
wanna
war
on
my
Instagram
You
see,
I'd
love
to
but
I've
got
a
flight
to
catch
Hashtag
merky,
I'd
die
for
that
The
peng
tings
want
Big
Mikey
back
Saw
my
mandem
blow
and
run
the
game
I
thank
God
that
I
was
alive
for
that,
like
Rap
titan,
black
Tyson
Strategizing
with
niggas
I'm
categorized
in
A
bag
of
pies
in
the
kitchen,
go
grab
a
slice,
then
Got
consignment
from
bruddas
who
seek
asylum
I'm
the
fireman,
fuck,
I
need
a
siren
Put
an
instrument
to
your
neck,
just
like
a
violin
Them
niggas
lying,
them
flows,
they
didn't
sign
them
That
dope
ain't
got
them
dialling,
their
sofas
ain't
reclining
I'm
like
[?]
in
the
90s
Make
your
baby
mother
go
shop
in
her
nightie
No
soft
shit,
just
pain
here
Man
mosh
pits
like
rock
gigs
Damn,
watch
Giggs,
this
ain't
fair
Man
drop
kids
like
daycare
Man
shot
shit,
man
shape
here
Man
got
digis,
wait
here
Got
Rizlas,
wait
here
Got
deliverers,
wait
here
Move
over
when
I
change
gear
I'm
like
Rudolph
nigga,
I'll
rain,
dear
Just
two
of
my
niggas
in
the
rer-ter
Beat
gargoyle,
sweets
hard-boiled
These
neeks
can't
toil
Why?
My
Gs
are
loyal
Not
a
baller
but
a
brudda
makes
calm
coil
Got
plants
in
soil,
plus
I
dance
in
oil
And
the
buj
is
running
clean
off
of
France's
foil
Mr
Officer,
no
comment
is
the
answer
for
you
And
the
buj
is
running
clean
off
of
France's
foil
Mr
Officer,
no
comment
is
the
answer
for
you
1 The New Shit
2 Clipped Him
3 Lyrical Combat
4 Savage
5 Of Course
6 501 (Hollow & Heston)
7 Slippin
8 The Best
9 Lock Doh
10 The Process
11 Just Swervin
12 Whippin Excursion
13 The Blow Back
14 Intro
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