Jigga Talk
Gang
Fuck a walk up bitch we blitzin shit
Aye hold up brus watchu doin round here who you know round here brus
Aye red wassup aye aye yeah oouuuu
That shit phat
Aye boe dont nobody know u round dea
Ion even fuck wit dese niggas so why dey keep fuckin wit me
Blitzgang be doggin dese hoes all u fuck niggas cuffin da freaks
No new niggas my circle air tight ion trust nobody but me
Opps tryna tax fah dat air pack we got the gas for the cheap
Yoppa on anthony davis this fucker bout taller than me
Side bitch hollin she pregnant that hoe tryna stay on the team
Bro bangin red like a stop sign i fell in love with the green
Swiper no swipin i hit my first lick fell in love with the schemes
Styrofoam cup full of lean tryna fuck on some strippers at dreams
Rello go hard like lebron but ill never switch out on my team
Perkies and jiggas i feel like that nigga when im off a bean
I kno where im headed bitch ion even look when im crossing the street
Im in these streets ion be home rello on fire like i slide with the heat on
Lookin for me im probably in the cut with a thottie she getting her eat on
Juggs on the mollies you want it you got it just dont call the fucking police on me
All black levis with the crease on it ion ride the beat i just slide like its grease on it
Stayed in my lane niggas detourin foot on the gas ion stop i just keep goin
Straight to the top groovy as hell in the club ion dance i just bop
Yo bitch a thot copped her a quick four fir four and we fucked on the couch
She talking bout kickin you out so we can come trap out her spot
Never paid attention inculinary arts im in this bitch scraping the pot
Semis and glocks ion get in detail about it just know its alot
Cases get dropped just like locations when yo bitch want me to pop out
Hol on you want me to pop out bitch im on the way
Ion even fuck wit dese niggas so why dey keep fuckin wit me
Blitzgang be doggin dese hoes all u fuck niggas cuffin da freaks
No new niggas my circle air tight ion trust nobody but me
Opps tryna tax fah dat air pack we got the gas for the cheap
Gas for the cheap aye
We got the gas for the cheap
Gas for the cheap aye
We got the gas for the cheap
Fuck a walk up bitch we blitzin shit
Aye hold up brus watchu doin round here who you know round here brus
Aye red wassup aye aye yeah oouuuu
That shit phat
Aye boe dont nobody know u round dea
Ion even fuck wit dese niggas so why dey keep fuckin wit me
Blitzgang be doggin dese hoes all u fuck niggas cuffin da freaks
No new niggas my circle air tight ion trust nobody but me
Opps tryna tax fah dat air pack we got the gas for the cheap
Yoppa on anthony davis this fucker bout taller than me
Side bitch hollin she pregnant that hoe tryna stay on the team
Bro bangin red like a stop sign i fell in love with the green
Swiper no swipin i hit my first lick fell in love with the schemes
Styrofoam cup full of lean tryna fuck on some strippers at dreams
Rello go hard like lebron but ill never switch out on my team
Perkies and jiggas i feel like that nigga when im off a bean
I kno where im headed bitch ion even look when im crossing the street
Im in these streets ion be home rello on fire like i slide with the heat on
Lookin for me im probably in the cut with a thottie she getting her eat on
Juggs on the mollies you want it you got it just dont call the fucking police on me
All black levis with the crease on it ion ride the beat i just slide like its grease on it
Stayed in my lane niggas detourin foot on the gas ion stop i just keep goin
Straight to the top groovy as hell in the club ion dance i just bop
Yo bitch a thot copped her a quick four fir four and we fucked on the couch
She talking bout kickin you out so we can come trap out her spot
Never paid attention inculinary arts im in this bitch scraping the pot
Semis and glocks ion get in detail about it just know its alot
Cases get dropped just like locations when yo bitch want me to pop out
Hol on you want me to pop out bitch im on the way
Ion even fuck wit dese niggas so why dey keep fuckin wit me
Blitzgang be doggin dese hoes all u fuck niggas cuffin da freaks
No new niggas my circle air tight ion trust nobody but me
Opps tryna tax fah dat air pack we got the gas for the cheap
Gas for the cheap aye
We got the gas for the cheap
Gas for the cheap aye
We got the gas for the cheap
Credits
Writer(s): Derel Matthews
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