Get Jiggy Kenny! Lyrics

In terms of money and this goat shit??

Who really own shit?

Flows spit sicker than wind twisters

And cold shit

Oh shit

Please speak if you think yourself a competitor

Sick of rap niggas with writers paying these editors

Sick of rap opinions from Wacker niggas and redditors

Emperor flows undoubtedly

Wish your gang would start crowding me

I keep the deuce Close

Wrapped it like Kuzco

Inside of these new close

My lever the right one and I won't pull slow

My bitches wet I get her wetter tell her pool slow

I take my time with learning lessons

I did school slow

But they surprised like I haven't been him

Like these views is something that's dim

Like my pockets don't be coughing green

Like they slimin with Jeff

If your talent look like you closet

Than your talent look grim

And if your talents in your closet

You a phony my friend

So phone a friend or just get ended

Regardless get disrespected

I told em boys come inspect him

you'll prolly get get new directions

I'm a star born out a super nova

Smoother than Casanova

I got a Choppa rover

I Make you land in a coffin out from a range

And you could go numb you pain

But these bullets comin to rain baby

Coming to rain baby

I been sitting back and ain't worried about the pain lately

Cain and Abel

But the Cane able to Save baby

Smoke sum

Drink sum

Get high

Get drunk

If you feel inclined