Zip It Up (feat. Giggs, Trigga') Lyrics

Wiley Zip It Up (feat. Giggs, Trigga')

[Giggs]
Stretch out my rap flow
Hollowman let me switch up to swag mode
I set my spliff up get that rode
Pick up my door key, slip on my black coat
Rip up a rap show
First thing, gotta pick up the strap though
Big boy suttin
That’ll rip out your backbone
(UGGHHH)
Mad batches
I wouldn’t wanna be who the mad catches
But let’s switch up from the strap antics
My jeans look gully and the hat matches
(JHEEZE)
Fantastic
I don’t spend cash
Nah I grab plastic
I talk about the rap scene
Man smashed it
Your CD’s whack, cos your man gassed it
A mad gas shit, cashed in
Walk in da park, man smash hits
B.E.T. award, man bagged it
Popped up, guns up
Baghdad shit
(UGGHHH)
Mad swag shit, crack shit
I can’t leave it, strap magnet
Bagged it
Rudework Crème, man backed it
Wiley, Hollowman
Man chat shit

[Wiley]
Zip it up when badman a pass in
Live shows, live money, we can half it
I used to wonder why my walls had carpet
Friends made jokes and I couldn’t even mask it
Now I'm making money with my old friend Target
Got a lemon zoot in my hand, lemme spark it
Tek a one draw
Put it down, then I aim for the target
MCs thought I was passed it
Put my by the river and I bet you I could part it
Smart kid, our kid, flyboy apartment
We’re doing business and they ain’t even started
Underground car parks, where I'm parking
Club nights in the hood is where I started
Somebody said I can’t make money
And then my daughter said “Somebody farted”
I'm saying somebody charted
Me
Plus somebody’s laughing
Me
It’s okay in the driveway
Bents in the courtyard, bikes in the garden
Beef? Beg your pardon
Better step back and from the darkness
When I ball through there’ll be no clear skies
And I don’t fear guys
I’ll be swinging in the market
I’ll be swinging in the market
A lot of man are half-hearted
A lot of man don’t bark it
A lot of man do it, but they didn’t start it
Hummer’s on the back, roads where I parked it
Grime lands mine, I’ve already marked it
I'm a king when I roll through anywhere
You’re just a king when you roll through Barnet

[Trigga]
?
I'm not a talka
No loose lips, no propaganda
No informer, no information
Never say to much, in a conversation
When mi come tru
Dat a danger
Big nine millie, one ina de chamber
Manna like Triggz don’t bring the Luger
They never see me dark wid a big revolver
Sharp like a razor
Cool and deadly
Big up to mi crew, in de penitentiary
Dark like a?, dem no dark like a me
An’ mi come to represent for the SDC
Fly gal, she like it
When mi in a corner
? say this, me a push di Beamer
True Dapper Dan, manna real super
Man I'm all about the money, I'm a real hustler
Jus a likkle heavier
Don’t where me live ina Manchester
Highest? ina de city centre
Masai man, dem a living gangsta
Black hoodie, black gloves
Dat a shadow sniper
Rough rider, see man a rough rider
Peck’nam crew, dem a true soldier
Bow E3, protect it to de T
Rat-a-tat-a-tat from de big Uzi
Hol’ tight Skepta, prestee JME
An’ Boy a Better Know, see dis is de Trigga MC
Hol’ tight Giggs, you know see dat a family
Roll Deep, Flow Dan? and me bredrin Wiley
An’ the? mafia, manna come down proper
See all the flyer squad, see a manna memba
Baseman a’ spider, mi bredrin Crocka
Anytime we come tru, we get a likkle Darka