Shotgun Houses ft. Ziggler the Wiggler Lyrics

Yeo

You made it this far? Ya heard me

You a real one

CHYLD's PLVY 2, lil' bitch

Look

I throw my thumb in my middle finger

Throw my V on the side of that (VL)

Who the fuck they starin' at?

Yeah, I'm him, who askin' that?

Wasn't raised in public housin', shotgun houses, trappin' at

Sneakin' strippers in the back to break their backs, back to back (huh)

Caught the last two months of the 80's

Walkin' through the 90's (huh)

'96 was only six and already duckin' shots with Vonnie

From the city of dead bodies

Bet that Glizzock stay beside me (yeah)

I'm too raw for the industry

I know they gon' blackball me (woo)

In the hood and back ballin'

Where Stunna? No Austin

Got shootas leave your body in that creek like Dawson

Can't retire from this bullshit

What I look like Jordan? (Huh)

I just lied to get the pussy

I ain't Joe, I ain't stalkin'

Just holla at my murda man

From MurdaSide, Valence, Magnolia (huh)

All these white folks

Fuck around and it's probably Angola

Off that clean side

But carried poles by Napoleon (huh)

Shots roastin' niggas ribs

I got that Yoppa jocin' (huh)

I'm sober, gun loaded

Plenty brothers, Hulk Hogan (yeah)

Splatter all this DNA

The fuck outta here

Just like his slogan

All family over here

Support system like a hoster

Remember walkin' out of Danny's

Seein' Gizzle in that Rover (waa-)

Had to cut my right hand off

Shit was almost suicide

Niggas on that grimy shit

I was on that loyal side

Was plottin' just to murder shit

While I'm on the Money$ide

Niggas never heard of me

"He jump claimin' Money$ide?"

Niggas started threatenin' me

Showed them that I'm still outside (yeah)

Niggas tried to hang with me

They found out that my cousin died (huh)

Travain buried with my momma

How you niggas thought I lied?

Bitch I'm reppin' how I'm steppin'

Stay in motion, ocean tides

With some old stand up niggas

I ain't talkin' Richard Pryor (no)

Glock ARP with me and Tito, Kee

That's startin' five

Fuck bitches in Airbnb's

They thinkin' soul ties

I'm a demon in the sheets

I'm Incubus in hoes eyes (yeah)

Draw that four like Uno

We got aims like Marrero (yeah)

Bullets turn a nigga tender (yeah)

Raisin' canes, get the combo (yeah)

Uptown nigga, I'm a honcho

Big shots only, no pineapple (ahuh)

Bitch I'm feelin' like I'm Rambo

I ain't runnin' out of ammo, up in camo (woo)

Move the fuck around

You wasn't sleepin' on that sofa (nope)

Eatin' MAMA noodles daily

With no bread and just a toaster

Momma walkin' with a Save-A-Center basket down on Laurel (ahuh)

Niggas in the hood

They run they mouths just like a motor (huh)

Bullets comin' flamin' hot (boaw)

Knock the chip clean off his shoulder (boaw)

Potna scrape the pot

Pyrex a box of bakin' soda (yeah)

Have dreams of fuckin' bitches in a Wraith

And then I ghost them (ah)

Bitch I don't need my flowers

Spread them legs just like some pollen bitch (yeah)

Yeah, ya heard me

You understand me

Gudda Chyld from off VL like I said the Money$ide

You already know what it's hittin' for

And shouts out to my dawg Kee and Teito

Them some real Hounds, you understand me?

And we gettin' it in like this yeuh, you know what I'm talkin' about?

It's real outchea, I'm Ziggler the motherfuckin' Wiggler

My dawg say, "Ziggy, I need you", I say, "oh boy, you got me", believe that there

Gudda Chyld, nigga, don't forget that name, nigga

You know what it's hittin' for

CHYLD's PLVY, Ziggler the motherfuckin' Wiggler

And we gon' play some shit with your motherfuckin' ass

Like we doin' Chucky on y'all shit, you understand me?

Oh boy, believe that there

And I'm out

(Ooouuu that VL nigga did that)