Swagger - Giggs, Joe Grind

Yes

Grind

Yeah

Running up the sets again

I’m having fun with it, you know them ones

These niggas are struggling out here

Boom

Just got me a sprayer pump

Came out in my Nike suit, and my red dunks

Came out in the right mood, Imma clean up

Been up since the stars, sun and the clouds touched

And I done about 20 shots, and I parked up

Stepped out the whip, yo saw, they were starstruck

Young bucks, so I just wait, and they all blushed

Wrote Grind on their school books, they were all touched

Boom buck what I’ve heard new stuff

Told him all that I’ve bought, he said 'Ah, fuck!'

Hung up, look for some creps, for the last touch

Tried some Air Force in the 9, got a size up

DJs ringing my line for some hot dubs

Claim that they’re playing some hard stuff, but it’s not us

Didn’t wanna to play our tunes, when we

Now they’re all up in our shit like some bum-fluff

Stop now, go back 4 lines, feel my new style

In my new clothes, I put them in my nice house

Stayed in, took a nice nap, for a nice while

Woke up, feeling all fresh and it’s night now

Came out, drawed a hot ting, fucked her brains out

Change out of the sweaty suit, and it’s stained out

Line rings, so I run quick to the trap house

Bagged up about 30 draws, now I’m staying out

Ain’t my swagger great?

My little shop in West End, that’s my swagger place

Stepped in with a happy face

Told him give me two coats, like a can of paint

I’m a black yout'

That cute, chicks looking like I’m that yout'

Fat zoot, black boots, cap’s new

Went Spiderman 3, with the black suit

Been in the trap like 3 months

Go and get your own dough, this ain’t a free lunch

Fam I make my own dough, look at me stunt

Fur coat packs a mean punch

Green skunk, leaf blunt

I can do this all day just let the beat run

Sweet tongue, he runs when the beats done

You just took my whole flow, made a cheap one

I can make a mixtape before the weeks' done

When you make a CD it’s kinda weak son

You could drop a CD, get a week’s run

Ard Bodied months later, that’s the streets done

Ard Bodied that’s the streets one

Hollowman and Dubz on the streets tongue

Drop Walk in da Park, that’s my heat done

They’ll be banging me again, like a re-run

Fam I’m just chilling

I just kicked the door off, left the shit swinging

No nit picking, no dick clinging

Four years of knockbacks, got the fifth in him

It was hard luck

Went to throw the towel in, you can ask Buck

Now we roll up and we park up

Jump out of the whip, women starstruck

They’re like 'ah fuck'

That’s that nigga that always drops the hard stuff

Little daft sluts

Wanna laugh up, touch my arse up

Fuck a hard nut

Niggas know me from the hood, when the star-struck

You’ll be seeing stardust

Ain’t talking coffee shots when my star-bucks