Gettin Jiggy versuri

Gettin Jiggy lyrics by Young Slo-Be feat. Bris

Intro
Ayy, you know the rules, nigga
Never snooze, nigga, ayy, ayy, keep that tool, nigga
Niggas knowin’ what we do, nigga
Nigga, it’s the gang (Ayy)Verse
Where the dope pack?
Nigga talkin’ Balenci and Balmains, we don’t want that (Ayy, ayy)
I’m on guns ‘cause we really where the phone gap
See a sucker, moonwalk him down like I’m Mike Jack (Move over)
Gettin’ jiggy, nigga
Just bought a new G-Unit, so there’s a 50, nigga
Ayy, ayy, two in the jungle, we gorilla niggas
Talkin’ wet, but his mouth dry, he is not a spitter
Ayy, and why you on dick?
Know you can’t borrow guns and trees, get your own stick
Ayy, ayy, I’m MJ today, I rock with four-fifth
Ooh-wee, bring them straps in and it’s a dyke party, nigga
Up the ladder like I’m Jeff Hardy (Bitch, what it is)
She’s a white Barbie (Tuckin’ all them strips, lil’ bitch)
She is not sorry (Set his phone, we pullin’ up)
I am not tardy, nigga
Ayy, ayy, and bitch, and we on time
Baby mama callin’ fuck up the drill, but it’s the wrong time
Ooh-wee, this chop think it a razor, it’ll push your hairline
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I’m out of state, you know I’m ‘bout a bag
Hottest nigga in my bity (Nigga), yeah, I’m verified (Verified)
Pullin’ up with sticks, got ‘em terrified (Got ‘em spooked)
You don’t never hit that road like you scared to drive
If I hit it off a Perc’, might get paralyzed (Ayy)
Started ballin’ on that block, I was blackballin’
I be callin’ bustin’ knocks and you be cop callin’
Yeah, I’m really true story, I am not Jossing
Niggas always duck law, they see them shots fallin’
If I try to follow niggas, watch my feet break
This Drakey probably fit up in a briefcase (It’s hella small)
This bitch gon’ suck dick until her teeth ache
I was in the trap makin’ cheesecake
Ayy, I been a boy, before Lynch, I’ve been a beast
Bitch, I’m in that trap whippin’ cream of wheat (Cream of wheat)
And we keep them chops like the Middle East
I’m a big dog, don’t try to little me (Ah)