Jiggy Lyrics

My bro try throw me a high point

I can't get jiggy with this

I don't want it if it ain't a glick or a smith

Tysons two where I get drip for the fit

I heard you niggas trying flip the block but you better off trying flip off a cliff

He be toating never took the stick off his hip

No emotions i could never trip off a bitch

Work floating you can't get even get off a zip

Seen some subtweets from the other side when my brother died tell em get off my dick

Pulled in his hood and told him get off my strip

Your life savings made that shit off a flip

I ain't wife saving ima hit her and dip

If my dick fit then i might get her a fit

She don't lick dick then ima send her a lyft

I whipped out she surrendering quick

I ain't no da baby i ain't sending no pics

Nigga been hatin since i been fly now he been salty cuz I been in his bitch

Spinning the bin when I'm bending your rip

Nigga talk crazy I shoot ten at ya lips

I make one call have my men at your shit

Empty out the trap ain't no replenishing shit

I really slid on your favorite rapper he knew it was me but he still ain't retaliate

Nine years old i was playing house

My dick in your girl cheeks playing patty cake

She know I ain't skinny so she made her fatty shake

I'm a mamas boy but she do what daddy say

Lamborghini south beach in a alley way

I'm in ATL smokin a cali jay

Jugging pay me well I ain't gotta well

My name ringing bells cause my gang slanging bells

My gang making sales your gang taking L's

Your niggas gone tell my niggas post bail

Cuz just got bagged sending shit through the mail

Your cousin got locked you ain't send him no mail

My cousin got shot hope he ain't go to hell

That bitch got good brain she ain't go to Yale

He had straight drop cocaine he just ain't know the smell

Shawty ain't drop no name he went straight up the jail

How I fuck her to sleep make her wake up and yell

Cuz I kept going deep put that bitch in a L

When I'm out in the streets I keep clips and shells

Ten toes on my feet you slipped and fell

If he don't salute me then he trying shoot me like YFN Lucci I wish him well

Walk in the trap you see bricks and scales

That PCP got a different smell

I got a bag on me like Santa Claus smoking Christmas tree wrapping gifts and bells

Trying get with me wack him get him nailed

Got a bitch named Chanel all she want is Chanel

Ain't no more Gucci Grim cause I don't wear Gucci

Cougar boujee give me couchie for Coogi

Plug named Louis I met him in St Louis

If Mooney ain't my lawyer he gotta be Jewish

I'm in the field and blitzing shit like Ray Lewis

My shooter do him all I gotta say is do it