Middle Fingers Lyrics - Take Your Hats Off - Giggs

Chorus 

Put your middle fingers up x3 

And scream fuck y'all ni**as 

Put your middle fingers up x3 

And scream fuck y'all ni**as 

Fuck, fuck, fuck y'all ni**as 

Put your middle fingers up x2 

Fuck, fuck, fuck y'all ni**as 

Put your middle fingers up x2 

Fuck, fuck, fuck y'all ni**as x2 

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Giggs Verse 

Ni**er put your middle finger up now 

All you other pu**y ni**ers duck down 

Ni**er put your middle finger up 

Get the ringer out ama get them ni**ers touched 

Fuck it ama fill em up 

Man will turkey ni**ers ama get them ni**ers stuffed 

When its dinner time, and we let them spinners frost 

Pass it over here ama show you how to swing a? 

Getting money so a ni**er stunt 

Check my bank account you see how them figures jump 

Get that alcohol, now a ni**er drunk 

The realest ones, that am still amongst 

Man like jimmy on da rocks dat will spill along 

When were on the battle field think them ni**ers run 

So if you wanna dis me better bring a gun 

Chorus 

Put your middle fingers up x3 

And scream fuck y'all ni**as 

Put your middle fingers up x2 

Fuck, fuck, fuck y'all ni**as x2 

Verse (Gunna) 

Ill let it ring out, when that beef calls 

Ni**ers squashing beef like there making meat balls 

Fuck peace, I just keep that piece full 

Fuck police ni**er I don't need rules 

Bring the piece like Gandhi, show him to Jesus 

Pick up the piece, let them pick up the pieces 

Yeah, (Gunna) 

Turn your lights off when that nine releases 

Like amen, put your lights out on your day in 

If I get that low down, I ain't waiting 

Let that 3 8th spin 

I ain't playin, ni**er I don't play 

I ain't a pimp but I can make that pu**y pay 

These ni**ers playing, but they can't press replay 

When I press on the spesh and blow his chest away 

Chorus 

Put your middle fingers up x3 

And scream fuck y'all ni**ers 

Put your middle fingers up x2 

Fuck, fuck, fuck y'all ni**ers x2 

Verse (Killah Ki) 

Ni**ers rapping good, but cuz they ain't live the lie 

I've been in mad beef had to grip ma nine 

So fuck your rapping lies, still got a trapping life 

Half a box of the duck? 

This is real ni**er music 

South London, pecknarm, trust me we do dis 

We grip and we shoot sticks, we trap and we move bricks 

Here in the UK, if you never knew this 

We beef south from the queens house 

Yellow brick blocks, that be the deep south 

Peckham boys black gang, ni**ers know what were bout 

Soon run the rap game cuz I ain't got no doubt 

Chorus 

Put your middle fingers up x3 

And scream fuck y'all ni**as 

Put your middle fingers up x3 

And scream fuck y'all ni**as 

Fuck, fuck, fuck y'all ni**as 

Put your middle fingers up x2 

Fuck, fuck, fuck y'all ni**as 

Put your middle fingers up x2 

Fuck, fuck, fuck y'all ni**as x2