[Intro: Giggs]

Yeah, Hollowman

Gunna, Felon

Welcome 2 Boomzville

Cash in the rassclart building

It's nothing

[Verse 1: Gunna Dee + Fem Fel]

Snitches in the station leaving letters like the mailman

Bitch niggas pointing fingers like they just got their nails done

I do early robberies to start my daytime

You can say I wake up, just to make you lay down

But don't act up, or I'll make you stay down

You wanna act up and hide?

You'll get wrapped up and tied

You're fucking with the Pecknarm killers

But you'll still get wrapped up alive

'Round here, there ain't no fakes you better get your facts right

'Cause Hollow's got the Mac

And you won't get that Mac with no fries

With that Mac, you'll get wrapped and left to the side

My Pecknizzy niggas, trust me we do this

You can tell we're the realest

We don't fuck with pretenders

Pecknarm, SN1, a bunch of top hitters

You don't wanna get your top popped like a Guinness

[Chorus: Giggs]

Do dis ting

Niggas better know we

Do dis ting

Jail niggas know we

Do dis ting

Southside niggas

Do dis ting

Pecknizzy niggas

Do dis ting

Even bitches know we

Do dis ting, do dis ting

[Verse 2: Fem Fel]

Potential pistol popper, slash Crystal popper

Got the shotty in my lap feeling like a trucker

Every nigga's staring at the lad

Since Hollow Gind, every nigga's staring at the bag

Arms out like I'm balanced on a stunt

More guns out, niggas act silly then you dun know

I left niggas marked like a rubber band

And I let it spark, one chance I'ma drop a man

They say they ain't heard of the Felon

I've been out here bringing half-a-bird in for seven

And I'm pissed off, bitch niggas get it criss-crossed

I creep on a rich nigga with my shit cocked

And I'm still good with the metaphor

Trey-pound seen more spins than a record store

Felon I'm a legend on this rap ting

One diss and it's definitely a strap ting

[Chorus: Giggs]

Do dis ting

Niggas better know we

Do dis ting

Jail niggas know we

Do dis ting

Southside niggas

Do dis ting

Pecknizzy niggas

Do dis ting

Even bitches know we

Do dis ting, do dis ting

[Verse 3: Giggs]

I'ma, show you prats what a banger is

I'ma show you niggas what immaculate swagger is

Look how expensive the jacket is

I ain't gotta mention my strategies

Back where the manor is

Strapping the cannabis

Blacked-out whip, with the strap in the back of it

Or it might be packed with a bag of chips

A-class, I ain't gotta mention my category

Vexed that I'm trapping

He shouldn't even think 'bout attacking me

Niggas better step from the back of me

If I pull the spesh out my jacket

Me and Gunna Dee might flip out and press shit erratically

Don't try make a mug of me, what's the matter b

My niggas stay sucker-free, ain't no jacking me

And we ain't fucking with the D's, ain't no ratting g

Pecknarm niggas are the greaziest packing heat