SIG Lyrics

Tweakin' everywhere I go, I got that sig on me

Coulda whooped em, told lil dog to call his big, homie

Blues in my pocket, throwin' up gang it crips on me

Ain't no naked bitches round, but I got strips on me

Wasn't no red lights round dis bitch, turned her to a goer

Lil' nigga crapped out with that sig would've thought we was playin' poker

He won't shoot, but got the gun, he a toy soldier

Can't do shit, I'm on the run, think smart, I'm a little older

Ayy, lil' bitch got that pussy power, and with no odor

He think he like that cause he icy, I'm a little colder

Went Simon says with his lil' bitch, she did what I told her

Tweak they rob you in the trap, that's why I stay sober

Calamari on my plate, I don't even eat seafood

Nah, ain't no windows on this body, we left it see through

Talk so spicy, I need some milk, brush my teeth too

I intercept that sack like Reeves, I ain't Keanu

Ayy, I just woke up with the sack, my dog said, me too

Ayy, lookin' for a quarterback to rush the piece too

Them bags ain't 12, they 16, you could keep two

My bitch like Cassie said, let's hit a lick, it's me and you

Tweakin' everywhere I go, I got that sig on me

Coulda whooped em, told lil dog to call his big, homie

Blues in my pocket, throwin' up gang it crips on me

Ain't no naked bitches round, but I got strips on me

Tweakin' everywhere I go, I got that sig on me

Coulda whooped em, told lil dog to call his big, homie

Blues in my pocket, throwin' up gang it crips on me

Ain't no naked bitches round, but I got strips on me