Jiggy Pt 1

Mom, Phineas and Ferb are making a title sequence!

Sitchy, we get jiggy, ay

Gucci grab the glizzy

Yeah, let's go get jiggy, ay

Gucci grab the glizzy

Yeah, let's go get jiggy, ay

What I say? Hold on, hold on

If you don't like me now they don't like me then

Glizzy hold 50, shoot that bitch at many men

Only friend is that Benji, shit, I got plenty friends

While Wooskie shoot the semi, Imma count my dividend

Y'all heard about Louie? Heard he got popped

And he still gettin' money, guess some shit'll never stop

Hollow tips hit his body, like a bunny he gon' hop

Guess my dick taste like money cause she lickin' and won't stop

Nah, sitchy ain't no joke, won't stop blickin' 'till you drop

They ain't outside right now, we keep spending till we spot

Next time smoked in their crib, you been killing too many opps

Next time bring one, one day, they gon listen (no we not)

Man, I'm starting see why these **** hate sitchy

Give a fuck about the Jakes, I see yo face, that K empty

Free my **** Quan and make sure he stay sitchy

When he touch down, Imma make sure he stay busy

Cause I might need a K just to get the safe empty

I might need a straight just in case the jakes near me

If you ain't situated, then you can't say sitchy

We don't need pills to get busy cause we stay jiggy

They like "He stay sayin jiggy, what do jiggy mean?"

Nine times out of ten you get jiggy off a bean

But we sitchy, we stay jiggy, shit, the's what sitchy mean

Ridin' wraiths in LA, shit that's the sitchy dream

And when we get through, we ain't gon know what to do

We on sunset boulevard, we ain't gotta tote that tool

But we got it anyways, cause **** love to act a fool

Say he gotta point to prove so we put him on the news

I been in my bag, I can't even talk

Me, chase a bitch? Man, I can't even walk

My opps is broke so they hide under the sink to get the sauce

Kick 'em down, do you wanna lose your life or take a loss?

I just took a trip, tie your shoes before you trip

I be fresher, I be dripped, but that blick still on my hip

You want smoke, hit the line, pull on the strip

We on the nine with the nines, got extended clips

Damn, that's the first time I lied in my rhymes

We ain't on no nine with no nines, we got four fives

If you slide on the nine, bullets flyin', then you dyin'

Damn, I think I hit his ass 'bout 4 or 5 times