Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Back Bone, artist - Giggs. Album song Now Or Never, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: NO BS
Song language: English
No Back Bone |
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 taking over, yeah, running to that bank and I can’t take it slower |
Came up offa rock, like my name was Hova |
Mummy raised a king, Peckham made a solider |
Yeah, this thing of ours is like la Cosa Nostra |
Coca Cola, baking soda, ah, put the magic in, that’s hocus pocus |
Niggas selling 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 |
Ah, my bad, I meant the sea |
If you ask about me I’m everything I’m meant to be |
My dawg in the jammy got a quarter century |
My other dawg in the trappy got a quarter of them keys |
Ah, all I do is talk about is the streets |
That rat came home and he got corn within a week |
Shh, ah, 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 filling my shoes with them feet |
Me and you ain’t size, nigga, don’t know who lied to ya |
I can see that bitch behind that twinkle in your eye, nigga |
Never been my guy if I ain’t done that do-or-die with ya |
I don’t say slapped but for that pack you get slide, nigga |
In the bin, no strap, just an ice picker |
Yeah, and I got money on my mind, nigga |
Hundred racks, straight cash, that’s a nice figure |
Ah, I’m still gang, I ain’t a side-switcher |
Niggas switching side, they ain’t got no backbone |
Little nigga, I’m in the bits with a bulldog with no backbone |
That phone’s rang twice, nigga, don’t be calling that no trap phone |
See me lying down with a Mac prone if it’s beef, and you don’t want that smoke |
Get dragged in a jeep, left in the street, all bloody a weak |
It’s bloody and peak if I pull up with the something with buttons and squeeze |
Yeah, got you ducking from sweets |
Now I’m ducking from police |
On the run for the beef |
Won’t forget it |
Niggas out here so pathetic |
Thinking that it’s copasetic |
Boxing like a sandwich, niggas gon' baguette it |
Glocks out and them ballys, niggas gon' regret |
Boxing chicken sandwich, niggas don’t fillet it |
Oh you want to challenge? |
niggas known to set it |
Keys like DJ Khaled, niggas known to get it |
Niggas so invalid and they owe me credit |
Nigga picking sides and they flipping biased |
Man clipped up your ride and we slit the tyres |
And man picked up my style and I’m sick and tired |
Just zipped up my flies, I’m the flippest flyest |
Niggas telling lies and they quick to buy it |
Niggas gonna die 'cause they quick to try it |
Showed them hella times but the clip deny it |
Shot up man in June, he got pitched Julyish |
Straight up, had to bun him |
I know that it’s sad but nigga had it coming |
Even when it’s winter niggas brang the sun in |
Hundred miles of running, had to bash his skull in |
Even when it’s boring niggas add some fun in |
Finger in her pussy and my thumb in |
Nigga, I’m the dumbest, brang my gun in |
Them say Hollow’s gully and they love it |
Yeah, lighter’s talking |
Man ain’t talking shorst, but mandem tried to short him |
I don’t like to talk just stick my knife and fork in |
Niggas talking powers like their Mighty Morphin |
Niggas get it right, I want the nicest portion |
Who’s these little — that they keep endorsing? |
Talking porky pies, I got the right to poke him |
Man that pussy good, it get the right endorphins |
Niggas switching side, they ain’t got no backbone |
Little nigga, I’m in the bits with a bulldog with no backbone |
That phone’s rang twice, nigga, don’t be calling that no trap phone |
See me lying down with a Mac prone if it’s beef, and you don’t want that smoke |
Get dragged in a jeep, left in the street, all bloody a weak |
It’s bloody and peak if I pull up with the something with buttons and squeeze |
Yeah, got you ducking from sweets |
Now I’m ducking from police |
On the run for the beef |