Round Here lyrics

[Verse 1: Giggs]
Whip it in the house, whip it in the flats
Whip it on the side, whip it in my lap
Them n*ggas didn't rate little n*ggas' raps
Or if it isn't H, if it isn't Skrapz
Whip a little tape, n*gga, look at that
Whip a little cake, whip a cookie batch
I could teach you little n*ggas how to cook a pat
Serving raps, my little n*ggas, where your bookings at?
Whip, whip, whip it, n*gga, whip, whip it
I've got sick, sick n*ggas and my b*tch wicked
Brought 'em backstage quick, I gave 'em six tickets
'Bout to cut the pus*y up, she call the di*k scissors
b*tch bent over say my di*k's biggest
Then she span the pus*y on me, made my di*k dizzy
Gotta shout XL out for them six digits
Now I do this sh*t myself, I'm building sick bridges
Observe them n*ggas, I've got that third eye
I've got worthy n*ggas, they know I earnt mine
Turn them triggers and let them birds cry
Man'll burn them n*ggas, we'll hit 'em birds-eye
Sick, sick n*gga and a sick rapper
This is big bad Hollowman and big Skrappa
Got the swag dressed down, a little bit dapper
Beat these b*tch n*ggas up with the big whapper
[Hook: Giggs & Skrapz]
We keep it steady round here
How you mean? n*ggas heavy round here
I heard he's got a little desi down there
Weed smoke, little medi round there
Boom, we keep it steady round here
On your marks, get set, n*ggas ready round here
Ain't nobody lightweight, my n*ggas heavy round here
All my n*ggas bruck shot, n*ggas Teddy round here

[Verse 2: Skrapz]
Boom, famous and dangerous
Like some lions out the cage cuh they couldn't tame us
I'm whip-whipping in my whip, I'm whipping with the stainless
And if I see him, due to whip a n*gga out his trainers
Little pussies must've thought that they could contain us
Nah man, we're the hardest n*ggas on the pavement
n*ggas lying in their raps, talking this and talking that
To tell the truth, it all sounds like prepared statements
I'm in the game, now all these rappers tryna holla man
It's real n*gga rap, I had to shout my brudda Hollowman
And if a n*gga diss the programme, and they make me
Whip my weapon out my pants, it's gonna mash up your tomorrow plan
I've got my back against the wall, but that's the way I like it
I said I'll always be a G, I must've been a psychic
Riding round with my ride-or-die chick
True, she likes to get low, I mek her bill it, but I always light it
It's real life, nothing's been recited
We're still turning up at parties when we're not invited
I still smoke a lot of weed cuh that's exactly what I need
To keep my head up in the skies, feeling like a pilot
And oh, forgot to mention, all my n*ggas violent
Shh, let me exercise my right to silence
Gold chain round my neck, staring in the mirror, swinging
Kill a whole motherf*cking family if a n*gga tried it
[Hook: Giggs & Skrapz]
We keep it steady round here
How you mean? n*ggas heavy round here
I heard he's got a little desi down there
Weed smoke, little medi round there
Boom, we keep it steady round here
On your marks, get set, n*ggas ready round here
Ain't nobody lightweight, my n*ggas heavy round here
All my n*ggas bruck shot, n*ggas Teddy round here