YOU AIN'T... - Giggs

You ain’t got them boxes all done up

You ain’t on the block 'til the sun up

You ain’t got your Glock for the summer

And you ain’t gonna pop for your gunner

You ain’t in the whip with them pebbles (Nah)

You ain’t on the strip with the rebels (Nah)

You ain’t never rid on no devils (On no devils)

You ain’t with the clique, this is levels (Switch it)

Wishing genie, disappear, the whips Houdini (Yeah)

Business then and get the bitches in to see me (Yeah)

Hollow banging, blowing loud, whips all steamy (Steamy)

Niggas under pressure, pressure, bitches stealing (Yeah)

Bitches dreaming (Dreaming)

Niggas under pressure, pressure less appealing (Umm)

Pussy ho got left, left, left him squealing (Squealing)

Left him with a me-me-messy ceiling (Nah)

Said she wants that se-se-sexual healing (Sexual healing)

I’m the one she sa-sa-said she’s feeling

Pussy got the b-b-bestest creaming

Lean it to the le-le-left and lean it

You ain’t got them boxes all done up

You ain’t on the block 'til the sun up

You ain’t got your Glock for the summer

And you ain’t gonna pop for your gunner (Umm)

You ain’t in the whip with them pebbles (With them pebbles)

You ain’t on the strip with the rebels (Nah)

You ain’t never rid on no devils

You ain’t with the clique, this is levels

This the cut up, cuh, cuh, this the cut up

This that shut your mouth, yeah, this the shut up

Bricks to cut up, cuh, cuh, bricks to cut up (Yeah)

This the gully, guh, guh, this the gutter

This the butter

I was there with Rocks, Clark, Brick and Thugger (Thugger)

I was up in Boxpark with my brother

Yeah, it was me and, Rocks, Clark, Flip, and Gunner

Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, pressure, pressure

Bet they’re gonna have to get a second stretcher

Niggas out there smilin' like the ch-ch-chess show

Yeah we call it drops but that’s a jumpin' checker (Umm)

Take it to a me-me-messy measure

Man’ll get to fli-fli-flippin' treasure

My man get the bi-bi-big Beretta

Yeah, boppin' off that big bus, double decker (Jheez)

You ain’t got them boxes all done up

You ain’t on the block 'til the sun up

You ain’t got your Glock for the summer

And you ain’t gonna pop for your gunner

You ain’t in the whip with them pebbles

You ain’t on the strip with the rebels

You ain’t never rid on no devils

You ain’t with the clique, this is levels