Giggs Ft Potter Payper – P.A.D (Pistols At Dawn) Lyrics

P.A.D (Pistols At Dawn) Lyrics by Giggs Ft Potter Payper

[Verse 1: Potter Payper]
Not anyone can measure my success
All the vision I possess
I’m possessed, I’m obsessed
I detest
Money make them love you more
That don’t mean they hate you less
They pay for my arrest
Might unrest
For the set, I’m doing super sets
Snitchin’ nah we shoot for less
Make your family move address
I’m still in the neighbourhood
This AP face got blue baguettes
My Rolex’s face is ruby red
I comе from the mud but still somehow I just ooze succеss
Custom Cuban links and umbrellas in my drinks
Nanny used to wash my boxes in the sink
What’d you think?
I got money now, why let em live?
I don’t know, I don’t love her
But I got a couple tracksuits at her crib
I ain’t trying to be the person taking way more than I give
In your life, you can’t double cross me twice
In your life
You won’t live to tell the story I put lives, on the line
Every time I said
Life’s on the line, every time
Smoking rapper weed ridin’ around London with my pistol
Touch me and not find about my killers that was wishful
Every day out, before I leave it’s like a ritual
Heard they slammed him out, I heard they did that boy abysmal
Show me to the doe I’m diving in, just like a swimming pool
Women think I’m charming but I’m really so despicable
I was raised by nanny in the trenches, I ain’t typical
In the car on phone just keep it talking to a minimal

[Verse 2: Giggs]
Yeah, ahh
Straight conceited, I completed every obstacle but they just cheated
They so greedy, they just try to take my cake and eat it
I’m like take it or just leave it but, they just need it
Yeah, I’d really love to meet him but I stay competing
They was heavy on them numbers but, they depleted
If it’s under couple million, I can’t take the meeting
Got a hold of all his details and I’m made him beatin’
Yeah, say good evening
Watchin’ for them agents
Niggas hate, yeah we got the game outrageous
That explains us
I keep my bitches private, fuck the pictures
I could make her famous, so persuasive
She used to be my favourite
Parted ways but we just couldn’t sustain it
That was cool, now I’m different, not just saying it
If she calls, just my entertain it, that’s entertainment
In love with the creator
This that estate shit
It made me a narrator
You’re wide awake, ’cause you played with Potter’s paper
Life’s a bitch, but that dodgy nigga snaked her
He’s a traitor
I said I had thoughts about my man
You should’ve just dealt with that my way
He only just dissed me last weekend
My niggas just stamped him out Friday
In that vicinity
Hundred soldiers, they kicked him up infinity
It’s a chess game, and you just threw your king at me
I’m too grown, niggas ain’t in my proximity
He went and did it again, didn’t he? (Didn’t he?)
Idiots, that’s liberties
All that verbal abuse, they threw shit at me
And Hollow came with them boots, you ain’t kicking me
Just get at me