Giggs - We Got [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Skrapz]
Bomb, I ain't got the moves like Jagger
You ever see shutters? I move like Spragga
In my whip, listening to French Montana
357, black bandana
Cocaine in a duffel bag in the boot
Yo it came from Ghana, hold tight Nana
Any time my niggas touch down in the booth
It's a straight up banger, swear down brother
I've done a lot of dirt for my team, ask Bada
357, in my jeans all summer
I break down bricks into Zs in the trap
Then I make two phone calls, drop it on the runner
Everybody knows what I'm on, I'm a gunner
See me on your ends in a Benz, take cover
Search me boss, I'll make moves when I wanna
Hollow tips in my clip, I'm gonna turn man a goner
My nigga Super's got the 40 caliber to snap a nigga
Like a camera, the trigger give an automatic dosage
My niggas all ferocious, everybody know this
You'll always hear me screaming free Jazzi, he's the closest
Catch me in the kitchen with some dope, I'm the dopest
Duffel bag straps, I'm the opposite of hopeless
Back in 06, you would've seen me in a Focus
You'll soon see me pull up in a Bimmer with the sofas
Blackjack ting, I get rid of the jokers
I used to buy packs and distribute it to the smokers
Now I buy packs and distribute it to my soldiers
I told my young bucks to start moving like your olders
Take this rucksack and put it on your shoulders
And always check your rear view for the rollers
And just remember money is the motive
We're heading to the top, just in case you never noticed

[Hook: Giggs]
We got the rocks, we got the rocks rolling
We got them rocks, we got the flocks phoning
Eat off the top and watch the prof roll in
Back of the net like ch, slip that goal in

[Verse 2: Giggs]
He's got the spot, he's got the spot
He's got the Yak, she's got Ciroc
Breeze off the Glock, squeeze off the Glock
He's not as hot, he got forgot
He's not the boss
When we roll up on man, we popped it off
We're too grown up for man, let's pop the Scotch
They're just donuts for man, you're wash, you're wash
The shot of your clap take man's hand off
Niggas ride at em with gangster-like stanos
I'm talking a strap to strap stand-off
Niggas get clap, I'm back, the rap mammoth
We're back to just rolling
We got the crack, the packs are just flowing in
We don't respond to prats, we disown him
Knock down them pricks like pins, this shit's bowling
That man just kept phoning
Before on apps, I check my shit's roaming
We don't beat round the bush, I just told him
Ain't got the Ps, it's not for disclosing
Had to lock up the trap, the shop's closing
Then I took hold of this rap and just owned him
Man who got pushed to the side, just postponed him
Niggas went like the machine, I push close him
Wish man would stop moaning
Ain't me that chose this path, I'm just chosen
I'm like that sleeping giant that's been woken
Light up my ganja spliff and sip potion

[Hook]