Man Are Outside - Giggs

Big bad, Hollowman’s the boss

Yeah, that’s the status

Yeah, packs of flavours

Jeans, hoodies, hats and trainers

Life’s a gamble, back to Vegas

Run them numbers up, back to pages

Yeah, straight Ninetendos, old SNES, back to Segas

Yeah, big Bob Marley spliff packed, that’s the Wailers

Yeah, Hollow in the whip, yeah, that’s the playlist

Yeah, coming for that cash, yeah, that’s the bailiffs

Make them jump, baby, that’s Kris Kross

Bitch on my dick, lips on my dick, maybe that’s lipgloss

Getting those chips, cook up those chips, ritting that chip shop

All of those hits, Hollowman Giggs, baby, that’s hip-hop

Step, looking tip top

Back up a keeper

Thinking it’s cups of tea, man just smashed up a tea cup

Yeah, MAC in a rucksack, rah rah rah rah slap up a neek, uh

Got rid of Alisha, I’m back with Annika

Ooh, getting crazier

H here with madman, wavy and wavier

Yeah, H, I’m a badman, yeah, audio savior

You know when I got that, I walk kinda lazier

Think you’re the craziest, done kinda brazier

Think you’re the X-Men, forcing Xavier

Think you’re the next gen, I got sauce and I’m gravier

Soldiers on hundred, I just walked in Arcadia

Man ain’t got time

Matics and rifles, and they’re all mine

Spinners on deck and their all live

Man are upset, so man are outside

Man are outside

All of these soldiers and there my guys

All of these mobsters, yeah, Hollow got ties

Shouldn’t have crossed them and now we’re outside