[Chorus]
Gettin' jiggy ridin' thru the bity we can get silly
Bitch stop wit all that mean muggin'
This Glock hold fifty
Where was you at when I was broke
You hoes wasn't wit me (Aye)
(Nah bitch I know you don't miss me)
Twenty toes down on a Friday now I look like pinky
Forty sum dollars on a shipment and this pack sticky
N***as out here telling working they magic it can get tricky (Aye)
(N***as really ain't got no love for me)

[Verse]
Still in the hood to buy pounds still buying these rounds
Still on the 7 you pull up you can get gunned down
N***as still hating still talking like I'm a fuckin clown
But I maintain sucker n***as in it for the clout
Bitch I'm like a couple bands up, your luck running out
Say its bulletproof n***a your love running out (n***a)
If really want you dead ain't no hanging out (Aye ayе)
Lil Trey got that Draco
Upping on it going up top you better lay low
You would think this bitch A/C whеn that K blow (Aye aye)
N***a Simon says when I say so
It ain't a game but all my guns look like they belong in halo
This bag on me you a quarterback you can get sacked
Homie tear it off bitch you know we had that bag on 'em
This shit gay started a gang some bitches fagged on me
Now look I'm getting cheese without that macaroni (Aye n***a)
I'm jock rivers I set that play n***a nice
N***a should've never showed me where he stay n***a ouuwee
Now we running in your place n***a
I got this hoe bitch for you its other ways n***a
Set 'em up for that play these n***as too horny (Aye aye)
Finna knock 'em down with this big forty
Cutty brain dead he a vegetable you can say his ass corny (Aye)
This forty bullets just like pills leave his ass snoring
Bitch we let these blakeys go to work you better mind your business
Only way she coming round me if she where the trick is
Outta state getting off weight twenty four hour fitness
If there's somethin' in that car asking 'em where the blick is ouuwee
I got game I can talk the slickest ouuwee
Free the slaves cause your ass a witness
N***as snake they own dawgs for a lil' chicken
But they know that ima shooter and I ain't even trippin'
[Chorus]
Gettin' jiggy ridin' thru the bity we can get silly
Bitch stop wit all that mean muggin'
This Glock hold fifty
Where was you at when I was broke
You hoes wasn't wit me (Aye)
(Nah bitch I know you don't miss me)
Twenty toes down on a Friday now I look like pinky
Forty sum dollars on a shipment and this pack sticky
N***as out here telling working they magic it can get tricky (Aye)
(N***as really ain't got no love for me)