Jigga Flow

Mizzle in that box, free the fam now

I ain't playin' now, I'm on my own, I'm the man now

Pillow talkin', savin' all these hoes, you Superman now

Them bullets hit his chest, rip him open like he Cam now

Savage shit, I bet yo' thot bitch on my block list

That Glock spit, bro left his brains drippin' on his block, shit

Hot shit, Bee let the pump dump soon as he cocked it

Boom, shotty picked his ass up like some chopsticks

Stop it, **** know wassup, I'm 'bout the gang, man

We bang, man, words is for pussies, stay in yo' lane, man

You lame, man, so watch what you talkin,' it ain't a game, man

Say the wrong shit, bro, catch a body like hang man

Thangs change, all of my **** all want the same thang

Chains, Range, money, these bitches and lettin' them thangs bang

And I don't know her name, shawty flippin' tryna gangbang

Lil' asian hoe, she don't speak english, we call Lang-Lang

This that Jigga flow, I'm coolin' with my **** though

They boolin' with them triggers though

Run up, you catchin' ten or more

You try to turn up, then they sendin' more

Give her dick, then go

After I fuck her, she say "Really though, really though?", ayy

This that Jigga flow, I'm coolin' with my **** though

They boolin' with them triggers though

Run up, you catchin' ten or more

You try to turn up, then they sendin' more

Give her dick, then go

After I fuck her, she say "Really though, really though?"

Really though, my **** killers, I be where that money at

Yo' shawty ate me up, sound like she was eatin' Honey Smacks

I got her on her knees, no Mickey D's, but I'm lovin' that

Same hoe you cuffin, me and my bruddas, we be fuckin' that

Real shooters, Quan'll push yo' fuckin' scalp back

I know killers, actin' like you livin', boy, I doubt that

Don't play with me, yeah, they spray for me, yeah, they 'bout that

Stomach shots, barbecue his ribs like some Outback

Fall back, lil' bitch, I ain't 'bouta catch you though

No sexin', hoe, heard you flexible, but gimme neck, lil' hoe

Dumb bitch, if we ain't fuckin', what we textin' for?

Now roll that dope, bitch, I gotta smoke, you got me stressin', hoe

Hold on, bro, I let the beat drop

Heat rock, Clucka smoke this shit, it make his teeth lock

And I ain't got no bodies, but I'm fightin', leave yo' teeth rocked

Or bro, make the choppa start spittin', like it beat box

This that Jigga flow, I'm coolin' with my **** though

They boolin' with them triggers though

Run up, you catchin' ten or more

You try to turn up, then they sendin' more

Give her dick, then go

After I fuck her, she say "Really though, really though?", ayy

This that Jigga flow, I'm coolin' with my **** though

They boolin' with them triggers though

Run up, you catchin' ten or more

You try to turn up, then they sendin' more

Give her dick, then go

After I fuck her, she say "Really though, really though?"

I don't rap, but a lotta **** ain't fuckin' with me

Hottest youngin' out, I'm top three in the fuckin' city

Ain't No Limit in this K, No Herb, but catch a hundred fifty

Harvey shit, lil' bitch, got some wego **** buckin' with me, yeah

And on the real, these **** copy me

Just tell a **** you ain't really real, you ain't gotta lie to me

Them hoes love us, 'cause we ball like a ivy league

Rest Buck, boy, them B's up, like we shot a three