I Need Assassin (feat. Jiggy Assassin)
I need Assassin
I need the squad
I need the passion
I need the Rolls
I need advances
I need the dough
I need the fancy
I need my money in droves
I got the chips
And I need to cash in
Big Boss
Talkin to me
Bout what he been plannin'
He makin' moves
And you know my dog
And he don't go half in
He up in the hills
Way up in the hills
He up in a mansion
He told me some day
That I could be livin'
Like Jiggy Assassin
Bitch there's one thing I need
Bitch get back on your knees
Bitch know your manners
Bitch say Assassin please
Lil Big Boy
Brought Assassin back from the dead
Lil Big Boy
Multiply the loaves and the bread
Check the wrist watch
Jiggy need to pull up with the tech
Make it rain
Takin' shots at a fuck bitch's head
I don't cap none
Want a rap boy
Body bag is strapped up
You still get the clap boy
Wipe my nose
With a Goyard hanky (Ooo)
Paddock on my wrist
Watch go hard baby
Ju-Ju-Jumpin' at the crib
Jiggy go all day
I need Assassin in my life
And the cost don't phase me
Jiggy go all day
Yuh
Jiggy go all day
Jiggy go all day
I been in the desert
I been seein' Moses
I let my brother's go
When the enemy approaches
I could do a miracle
Snap of my fingers
Turn a glass of water
To a glass of sizzurp
Bambino on my wrist
And no paint on it
Some traitors on my list
Only pain on it
Whatever's on the table
All the ladies on it
You wanna talk your future boy
Put it on it
It's a trigger to the mouth
Yeah, a noose to the neck
Wrote a suicide note
On my royalty checks
If we checkin' checks
Kid you gonna confess
Step up to the alter
My son and be blessed
I'm the best
Makin' money all my life
Fuck the rest
Yeah they tried to take my life
Wasn't stressed
Cause you know I kept a nine
On the chest
Yeah I done did it all
What was left
I got plaques
I got diamonds on the neck
I got racks, on racks, on racks
If a player gotta die for the path
I'ma make a call, get the strap
East side, West side
Doesn't mean a thing to me now
Not whatever side's
Got supplies somehow
South side, North side
Lessons to be learned to you now
Eyes on eyes
Prophecy will prophesy
The Chosen One will have to die
So the Chosen One could never die
Eyes on eyes will be the blind
If we talking Greats
Son you don't know a thing
Half a mill in a case
Yeah you broke as a ting
When you die for the game
Yeah you die as a King
We'll bury your fame
And we'll bury your name
The Chosen will have to die
The Chosen will have to die
I need the squad
I need the passion
I need the Rolls
I need advances
I need the dough
I need the fancy
I need my money in droves
I got the chips
And I need to cash in
Big Boss
Talkin to me
Bout what he been plannin'
He makin' moves
And you know my dog
And he don't go half in
He up in the hills
Way up in the hills
He up in a mansion
He told me some day
That I could be livin'
Like Jiggy Assassin
Bitch there's one thing I need
Bitch get back on your knees
Bitch know your manners
Bitch say Assassin please
Lil Big Boy
Brought Assassin back from the dead
Lil Big Boy
Multiply the loaves and the bread
Check the wrist watch
Jiggy need to pull up with the tech
Make it rain
Takin' shots at a fuck bitch's head
I don't cap none
Want a rap boy
Body bag is strapped up
You still get the clap boy
Wipe my nose
With a Goyard hanky (Ooo)
Paddock on my wrist
Watch go hard baby
Ju-Ju-Jumpin' at the crib
Jiggy go all day
I need Assassin in my life
And the cost don't phase me
Jiggy go all day
Yuh
Jiggy go all day
Jiggy go all day
I been in the desert
I been seein' Moses
I let my brother's go
When the enemy approaches
I could do a miracle
Snap of my fingers
Turn a glass of water
To a glass of sizzurp
Bambino on my wrist
And no paint on it
Some traitors on my list
Only pain on it
Whatever's on the table
All the ladies on it
You wanna talk your future boy
Put it on it
It's a trigger to the mouth
Yeah, a noose to the neck
Wrote a suicide note
On my royalty checks
If we checkin' checks
Kid you gonna confess
Step up to the alter
My son and be blessed
I'm the best
Makin' money all my life
Fuck the rest
Yeah they tried to take my life
Wasn't stressed
Cause you know I kept a nine
On the chest
Yeah I done did it all
What was left
I got plaques
I got diamonds on the neck
I got racks, on racks, on racks
If a player gotta die for the path
I'ma make a call, get the strap
East side, West side
Doesn't mean a thing to me now
Not whatever side's
Got supplies somehow
South side, North side
Lessons to be learned to you now
Eyes on eyes
Prophecy will prophesy
The Chosen One will have to die
So the Chosen One could never die
Eyes on eyes will be the blind
If we talking Greats
Son you don't know a thing
Half a mill in a case
Yeah you broke as a ting
When you die for the game
Yeah you die as a King
We'll bury your fame
And we'll bury your name
The Chosen will have to die
The Chosen will have to die
Credits
Writer(s): Cooper Jacklich
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