Key Glock – Jigsaw

Lyrics Jigsaw – Key Glock

I want to play a game
For years you have burned those around you
With your lies, cons and deciets
Now you have a chance
To redeem yourself for the games
You played with others, by playing one of mine
Here is what happens when you lose

Tay Keith, f**k these n**gas up
Ayy, I don’t f**k with n**gas, ’cause these n**gas act like h*es
Yeah, homicide gang, roll suicide doors
Uh, heater on my waist and my heart so cold

I’m a big dawg
This b**ch say she want some Glizock on her lip gloss
My b**ch b**chin’ ’bout another b**ch, I cut that b**ch off
They like, Boy, you crazy, spent six figures on a wristwatch
Cutthroat La Familia, I’m the point-guard like Chris Paul, Chris Paul..
Paper Route business, I’ll smoke you like a menthol, menthol..
If a n**ga try to take some s**t from me, I cut his wrist off, wrist off..

Fly n**ga with that bag, yeah, my b**ch miss claws
I cop yellow diamonds every time they have me pissed off
I thought I told you once before, baby, I’m a big dawg
These n**gas tryna play games, okay, I’m the jigsaw, jigsaw..

And these n**gas wanna play games, I’ma get ’em picked off
Motherf**k the fame, tryna let this s**t keep gettin’ tall
I thought I told you once before, I make plays like Chris Paul
I had to let this lil’ b**ch go because she make my d!ck soft
I had to let these n**gas know they ain’t f**kin’ with me at all
Yeah, I be pourin’ fours on top of fours and I still stand tall
And tell these n**gas get up off my d!ck, that’s they b**ch job
Tell these n**gas get up off my d!ck, ’cause that’s they b**ch job..
Tell these n**gas get up off my d!ck, yeah, that’s your b**ch job..

Ayy, I don’t f**k with n**gas, ’cause these n**gas act like h*es
Yeah, homicide gang, roll suicide doors
Uh, heater on my waist and my heart so cold
Heater on my waist and my heart so cold

I’m a big dawg
This b**ch say she want some Glizock on her lip gloss
My b**ch b**chin’ ’bout another b**ch, I cut that b**ch off
They like Boy, you crazy, spent six figures on a wristwatch
Cutthroat La Familia, I’m the point-guard like Chris Paul, Chris Paul..
Paper Route business, I’ll smoke you like a menthol, menthol..
If a n**ga try to take some s**t from me, I cut his wrist off, wrist off..

Glizock, yeah…

Written by Key Glock & Tay Keith
Album: PRE5L
Produced by Tay Keith
Key Glock | 2022

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