No Back Bone - Giggs, Aystar, Tiny Boost

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