Gettin' Jiggy Lyrics

Ayy, this beat is dirty, so just watch how I get jiggy on it

Bro just slapped a donut on the Glock, now it got 50 on it

Yeah, I got a brand new number, bitty, so don't hit me on it

I don't want the head if it ain't nasty, so she spittin' on it

Ayy, who want smoke with us

Pull up in that black tinted whip with the 40 tucked

Smokin' back to back, we celebrate, who got your homie plucked

Henny got these bitches showin' titties, told her fuck it up

Ready for retaliation, the reaper comin' for me

All the shit I done won't be surprised, they get the gunnin' from me

Kickin' bitches to the curb, if she won't make a hundred for me

Sorry baby, I just want the cheese because I love the money

Clutch the 40 while I push the whip, I'm feelin' extra safe

Tryna make sure all my niggas eat, we need some extra plates

And yes, I told the bitch I love her, but that was yesterday

And if she wanna keep me in her life, then bring that check today

Slidin' down the block, mind steady on extortion

Kill your mama's son, now that's a grown-ass abortion

Get it out the bitch, know she bringin' in a fortune

Baby, I'm just tryna Ramsey, but I ain't Gordon

Man down, I heard a pussy nigga yellin' Mayday

Now we outta here, put the nigga on a vacay

Tryna take me out, we takin' suckas the same way

Take my Glock to hell and shoot as soon as I see JJ

Niggas postin' guns on the gram, get em' whacked quick

Then we slide through the candlelight, it get that sick

I can never ever put my trust into a whack bitch

Baby, breakin' bread and givin' head, make the trap flip

Bro just brought a rocket in the party, do we have a problem

I'm the type, don't do the internet, I'm fuckin' niggas' mamas

Why you keep on typin' like you niggas really want the drama

Seen him face-to-face and tried to grill him like some Benihana

Where Dre, if I find him, bet I'm pissin' on his face

Shootin' movies with these clips, a cold case

I bet if I tell Brody, hit your bitch, he on the way

She gon' bust it, cause she know her last nigga was a lame

Caught him in the open, point him out, he tuckin' chain

Ayy, look Brody, he been hungry and he dyin' for a stain

How you walkin' with the ice aint got a car, nigga, strange

But my nigga steady creepin' in that motherfuckin' Range

Ayy, I don't want the bitty, you can have her

Met her on the gram shit, I'm just tryna double-tap her

Someone tell these niggas that P.T. is not a rapper

My bitch be touchin' bands, but I ain't say she was a scammer

Glock 21, hit stick, Sean Taylor

She ain't playin' for the right team, got a trade her

I don't do the feelings, baby, all about the paper

Heard I break bitches, she gon' still let me break her

It's P.T