The Blow Back
Giggs Lyrics


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(Beam me up Scotty)

(Yeah) Man better know that
(What?), man coming at that gang
Get banged from the blow back
Man better show that cheese, bang bang nigga, Kodak
Man says it's cold outside, but man's prang, where my coat at?
Man slang, where's the coke at?
Man wanna hang themselves, still bang, where the rope at?
Need ice for my drink, she ran, brang me a coke pack
Tell a nigga take notes, I made him hand me the notepad
Shit popped to bananas, I might pop to Bahamas
Man's living that life, I'm going shops in pajamas
I leave pops in apartments, I might pop to the barbers
I just stopped at the marge's and dropped Tyler and Marcus
I just jumped out of bed, I heard a knock from the gardeners
I said no, not today, and what's good? You've alarmed us
Captains and corporals, man rock with commanders
I could've rocked the Armani, but man dropped the Gabbana's
Back to the OG rap, scrap that acoustic
Back to the OG trap, yeah that kind of music
So take all your hats off, slap them at Whoo Kid
Back with them two packs, yeah, that nigga new BIG
Yeah I'm back nigga, new Giggs
Anyone can get it, old boys or the new kids
Yeah, I'm back and exclusive, yeah, I'm back and abusive
I used to mack with the burger, but now I'm back for the sushi

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Used to run around with a whole lot of food
Ain't got to trap, niggas know what I do
Sitting in my yard with a big boy spliff
And a portion of chips and a phone full of nudes
Scumbag ting, honey, I'm sick
Rudeboy, I can get gully like Blittz
Rule number five, man, you know we never mention the price
And I treat that money like Flipz
And I swear down, niggas always lying in their rap hooks
Probably couldn't tell me how a strap looks
Bro 6ix got the tunes on his hard drive
So I tell him put the riddim on my Macbook
Yeah, they love it when I go in on a grime beat
They love it when I do it 'cause I rap good
Man, I never used to have no trainers
Now I've got bare, that's word to my black foot
Shutdown Twitter, my nigga, it's peak
Doing like a million views in a week
You ain't really fucking with the powers I've reached
Brothers in the church like "young nigga preach"
I ain't even got to try prove what I'm on
Name's Big Mike, I do what I want
Dem man talk 'bout the work that they mash
But the truth is dem man usually front
So I fuck up the game on a psycho ting
Don boy there on a giro ting
Coco Pops and a morning spliff
Two slices of toast on a Milo ting
Pen in my right hand, Biro ting
Big whips, stylo ting
Dem man are likkle like a micro SIM
Some wasteman Toyota Aygo ting
I go sick, nigga, I go in
Sounds of the skeng on a Spyro ting
Fire on the high road, fire on the back street
Anywhere I go, it's a pyro ting
Girls go loose when the lights go dim
Might go Keyshia's, might go Kim's
I could go Charlie Sloth or go Tim's
Go to the barber shop and get trims
Then I tell man you can miss me with the cyber-chat
'Cause niggas just talk but I'm fine with that
And man wanna war on my Instagram
You see, I'd love to but I've got a flight to catch
Hashtag merky, I'd die for that
The peng tings want Big Mikey back
Saw my mandem blow and run the game
I thank God that I was alive for that, like

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Rap titan, black Tyson
Strategizing with niggas I'm categorized in
A bag of pies in the kitchen, go grab a slice, then
Got consignment from bruddas who seek asylum
I'm the fireman, fuck, I need a siren
Put an instrument to your neck, just like a violin
Them niggas lying, them flows, they didn't sign them
That dope ain't got them dialling, their sofas ain't reclining
I'm like Paul Crocker in the 90s
Make your baby mother go shop in her nightie
No soft shit, just pain here
Man mosh pits like rock gigs
Damn, watch Giggs, this ain't fair
Man drop kids like daycare
Man shot shit, man shape here
Man got digis, wait here
Got Rizlas, wait here
Got deliverers, wait here
Move over when I change gear
I'm like Rudolph nigga, I'll rain, dear
Just two of my niggas in the rer-ter
Beat gargoyle, sweets hard-boiled
These neeks can't toil
Why? My Gs are loyal
Not a baller but a brudda makes calm coil
Got plants in soil, plus I dance in oil
And the buj is running clean off of France's foil
Mr. Officer, no comment is the answer for you




And the buj is running clean off of France's foil
Mr. Officer, no comment is the answer for you

Overall Meaning

In "The Blow Back," Giggs talks about his gang, his wealth, and his success in the rap industry. He addresses his gang's reputation for violence, warning others that they could get "banged from the blow back" if they come at them. He also brags about his money and success, telling others to "show that cheese" and mentioning shopping trips to the Bahamas and sushi restaurants. He raps about his past experiences as a drug dealer and his current success in music, using clever wordplay and references to pop culture. Overall, "The Blow Back" is a bold and aggressive track that highlights Giggs's confidence and his status as a powerful figure in the rap world.


One interesting fact about "The Blow Back" is that it features production from popular UK grime producer ZDot, who has worked with artists like Stormzy and Wiley. Another is that the song is one of the standout tracks from Giggs's 2020 album "Now or Never," which was his first studio release in five years. Giggs is known for his distinctive voice and use of London slang in his music, and "The Blow Back" is no exception. The song's references to popular culture, including the Star Trek character Scotty and the rapper Notorious B.I.G., also add to its appeal. Additionally, Giggs has a reputation for being a controversial figure in the UK music scene, and "The Blow Back" is just one example of the kind of bold, confrontational music he creates.


Chords for "The Blow Back" are not available as it is a rap song.


Line by Line Meaning

Beam me up Scotty
Let's get started


(Yeah) Man better know that
You better recognize that


(What?), man coming at that gang
You what? I'm attacking that gang


Get banged from the blow back
Face the consequences of your actions


Man better show that cheese, bang bang nigga, Kodak
Show me the money or face retaliation, like Kodak Black


Man says it's cold outside, but man's prang, where my coat at?
Saying it's cold but nervous, where's my coat?


Man slang, where's the coke at?
Where are the drugs?


Man wanna hang themselves, still bang, where the rope at?
Even if they want to kill themselves, they're still banging, where's the rope?


Need ice for my drink, she ran, brang me a coke pack
I need ice for my drink, she ran but brought me a pack of coke instead


Tell a nigga take notes, I made him hand me the notepad
Take notes on my greatness, I made him give me the notepad


Shit popped to bananas, I might pop to Bahamas
Things have gotten crazy, I might take a trip to the Bahamas


Man's living that life, I'm going shops in pajamas
I'm living the life, going to the shops in my pajamas


I leave pops in apartments, I might pop to the barbers
I leave people shocked in their apartments, I might go to the barbers


I just stopped at the marge's and dropped Tyler and Marcus
I just stopped at Margie's and dropped off Tyler and Marcus


I just jumped out of bed, I heard a knock from the gardeners
I just got up and heard a knock from the gardeners


I said no, not today, and what's good? You've alarmed us
I said not today and what's up? You've startled us


Captains and corporals, man rock with commanders
We rock with our commanders, those at the top


I could've rocked the Armani, but man dropped the Gabbana's
I could've worn Armani but I chose Gabbana's instead


Back to the OG rap, scrap that acoustic
Going back to the original rap, scrapping the acoustic sound


Back to the OG trap, yeah that kind of music
Going back to the original trap music


So take all your hats off, slap them at Whoo Kid
Everyone take your hats off and let's party with Whoo Kid


Back with them two packs, yeah, that nigga new BIG
I'm back with those double albums, like a new Notorious BIG


Yeah I'm back nigga, new Giggs
I'm back, it's the new Giggs


Anyone can get it, old boys or the new kids
Anyone can get it, old or new


Yeah, I'm back and exclusive, yeah, I'm back and abusive
I'm back and exclusive, I'm back and causing trouble


I used to mack with the burger, but now I'm back for the sushi
I used to hook up with burgers, but now I'm into sushi


Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Sound of gunshots


Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Affiliation with a gang


Used to run around with a whole lot of food
Used to run around with lots of drugs


Ain't got to trap, niggas know what I do
Don't have to sell drugs, people know what I do


Sitting in my yard with a big boy spliff
Sitting in my house with a big marijuana joint


And a portion of chips and a phone full of nudes
Eating chips and looking at naked photos on my phone


Scumbag ting, honey, I'm sick
I'm a scumbag, honey, and I'm sick


Rudeboy, I can get gully like Blittz
I can get tough like Blittz


Rule number five, man, you know we never mention the price
Rule number five, don't mention the price


And I treat that money like Flipz
I treat that money like it's my last


And I swear down, niggas always lying in their rap hooks
I swear, people are always lying in their rap songs


Probably couldn't tell me how a strap looks
Probably don't know what a gun looks like


Bro 6ix got the tunes on his hard drive
My friend 6ix has music on his hard drive


So I tell him put the riddim on my Macbook
So I tell him to put the beat on my Macbook


Yeah, they love it when I go in on a grime beat
People love it when I rap on a grime beat


They love it when I do it 'cause I rap good
They love it when I do it because I'm a good rapper


Man, I never used to have no trainers
I never used to have any nice shoes


Now I've got bare, that's word to my black foot
Now I have a lot, word to my black heritage


Shutdown Twitter, my nigga, it's peak
Twitter is getting shut down, it's serious


Doing like a million views in a week
Getting a million views in a week


You ain't really fucking with the powers I've reached
You can't compete with the success I've achieved


Brothers in the church like "young nigga preach"
People in the church praising me like I'm a preacher


I ain't even got to try prove what I'm on
I don't need to try to prove what I'm about


Name's Big Mike, I do what I want
My name is Big Mike, I do what I please


Dem man talk 'bout the work that they mash
They talk about selling drugs


But the truth is dem man usually front
But the truth is they usually lie


So I fuck up the game on a psycho ting
So I ruin the game in a crazy way


Don boy there on a giro ting
Don boy is on welfare


Coco Pops and a morning spliff
Coco Pops and a joint in the morning


Two slices of toast on a Milo ting
Two slices of toast with a Milo drink


Pen in my right hand, Biro ting
Pen in my right hand, ballpoint pen thing


Big whips, stylo ting
Expensive cars, stylish thing


Dem man are likkle like a micro SIM
They're small like a micro SIM card


Some wasteman Toyota Aygo ting
Some guy with a beat-up Toyota Aygo


I go sick, nigga, I go in
I'm going hard


Sounds of the skeng on a Spyro ting
Sound of the gun on a Spyro beat


Fire on the high road, fire on the back street
Fire on the main road, fire on the side street


Anywhere I go, it's a pyro ting
Wherever I go, trouble follows


Girls go loose when the lights go dim
Girls get wild when the lights go down


Might go Keyshia's, might go Kim's
Might go to Keyshia's or Kim's house


I could go Charlie Sloth or go Tim's
I could go to Charlie Sloth's or Tim's place


Go to the barber shop and get trims
Go get a haircut


Then I tell man you can miss me with the cyber-chat
I don't want to talk online


'Cause niggas just talk but I'm fine with that
People just talk, but it doesn't bother me


And man wanna war on my Instagram
People want to start a war on my Instagram


You see, I'd love to but I've got a flight to catch
I'd love to fight, but I have a flight to catch


Hashtag merky, I'd die for that
I love the hashtag merky, willing to die for it


The peng tings want Big Mikey back
The beautiful women want me back


Saw my mandem blow and run the game
Saw my friends get rich and run the music industry


I thank God that I was alive for that, like
I'm grateful to be alive for that, you know




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: Nathan Thompson

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@thegodspeedmultiverse3703

Stormzy Verse:

Yo, used to run around with a whole lot of food
Ain't got to trap, niggas know what I do
Sitting in my yard with a big boy spliff
And a portion of chips and a phone full of nudes
Scumbag ting, honey, I'm sick
Rudeboy, I can get gully like Blittz
Rule number five, man, you know we never mention the price
And I treat that money like Flipz
And I swear down, niggas always lying in their rap hooks
Probably couldn't tell me how a strap looks
Bro 6ix got the tunes on his hard drive
So I tell him put the riddim on my Macbook
Yeah, they love it when I go in on a grime beat
They love it when I do it cause I rap good
Man, I never used to have no trainers
Now I've got bare, that's word to my black foot
Shutdown Twitter, my nigga, it's peak
Doing like a million views in a week
You ain't really fucking with the powers I've reached
Brothers in the church like "young nigga preach"
I ain't even got to try prove what I'm on
Name's Big Mike, I do what I want
Don man talk 'bout the work that they mash
But the truth is don man usually front
So I fuck up the game on a psycho ting
Don boy there on a giro thing
Coco Pops and a morning spliff
Two slices of toast on a Milo ting
Pen in my right hand, Biro ting
Big whips, stylo ting
Dem man are likkle like a micro SIM
Some wasteman Toyota Aygo ting
I go sick, nigga, I go in
Sounds of the skeng on a Spyro ting
Fire on the high road, fire on the back street
Anywhere I go, it's a pyro ting
Girls go loose when the lights go dim
Might go Keyshia's, might go Kim's
I could go Charlie Sloth or go Tim's
Go to the barber shop and get trims
Then I tell man you can miss me with the cyber-chat
Cause niggas just talk but I'm fine with that
And man wanna war on my Instagram
You see, I'd love to but I've got a flight to catch
Hashtag merky, I'd die for that
The peng tings want Big Mikey back
Saw my mandem blow and run the game
I thank God that I was alive for that, like



All comments from YouTube:

@Foolio2008

Stormzy’s verse was cold af 🥶

@WaseemKhan-uq1gl

Stormzy killed this 🔥🔥

@jimmiejames6616

Facts

@olliemiles5116

Still listening to this in 2020 reminding me of years long past

@marcusroach1737

Your bass lines always sick luv it bro keep it up bangers

@DazDaNYCBrIT

Gigs is hard...banging this to the max!'''

@alexstephenson3034

Giggs went in on this one

@hylasgeist1568

they all did 😤

@marcusroach1737

It's like acdc u know it's acdc same with giggs u know it's giggs luv rudeboy!! Keep them bangers going luv brother

@coreymorris1286

Was running outta data for this🤙💀🔥

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