Jiggy
They blasting my song on the stereo
They be hearing my voice on the radio
I be popping bottles like I'm OBO
They loving my vibes they won't let me go
Codeine got me jiggy, I'm moving it slow
Haters be hoping I ain't gon show
Haters be hoping I ain't gon blow
So many things that they don't even know
They blasting my song on the stereo
They be hearing my voice on the radio
I be popping bottles like I'm OBO
They loving my vibes they won't let me go
Codeine got me jiggy, I'm moving it slow
Haters be hoping I ain't gon show
Haters be hoping I ain't gon blow
So many things that they don't even know
Yeah I'm a shooter, i ball like I'm curry
Fuck the ops, I ain't in a hurry
Smoke in my eyes, my vision is blurry
But I'm still pulling up in rari
If you finna act up you better don't worry
My shooters polite, they finna say sorry
I don't do drill stop comparing me to stormzy
Uzi got extendos, I'm dropping all 40
Talk shit and I'm gon be fucking your shawty
She be eying me since she be acting all naughty
I know she want me
I know she horny
She tryna call me
She ain't gon dull me
Put 50 in her pants, I made her wet
Chains on her neck, yeah she my pet
She came on racks, that pussy set
I fucked her twice, now she love me to death
They blasting my song on the stereo
They be hearing my voice on the radio
I be popping bottles like I'm OBO,
They loving my vibes they won't let me go
Codeine got me jiggy, I'm moving it slow
Haters be hoping I ain't gon show
Haters be hoping I ain't gon blow
So many things that they don't even know
They blasting my song on the stereo
They be hearing my voice on the radio
I be popping bottles like I'm OBO
They loving my vibes they won't let me go
Codeine got me jiggy, I'm moving it slow
Haters be hoping I ain't gon show
Haters be hoping I ain't gon blow
So many things that they don't even know
Now I'm rocking designers I'm rocking amiri
Fuck all the haters if they see me they see me
I made a milli in my sleep, believe me
Woke up on racks, now they don't wanna leave me
Fuck friends cos most of y'all fake
Been a long time since one take
Hustled for food, sure you can relate
They wish me bad but God knows my fate
Can't eat it and have it I'm talking bout cake
Gon do what it takes won't stop till I'm great
Got fire and ginger you know how it taste
Promised my mama this talent won't waste
I'm just tryna be one of the goats
I'm just tryna make em pull off they clothes
Sell out my shows
Stack it up, bag it up make me some does
I'm making millions while you making foes
Don't call me blood if you ain't in the squad
Cos the draco gon make you call out to God
Finna smoke your ass, finna smoke your pop
When my shooters start shooting they don't wanna stop
Cus I'm in the picture, you tryna crop
You a kid, you better just grow up
Got a party next door you better don't show up
Nigga you shitty, I swear imma throw up
They blasting my song on the stereo
They be hearing my voice on the radio
I be popping bottles like I'm OBO
They loving my vibes they won't let me go
Codeine got me jiggy, I'm moving it slow
Haters be hoping I ain't gon show
Haters be hoping I ain't gon blow
So many things that they don't even know
They blasting my song on the stereo
They be hearing my voice on the radio
I be popping bottles like I'm OBO
They loving my vibes they won't let me go
Codeine got me jiggy, I'm moving it slow
Haters be hoping I ain't gon show
Haters be hoping I ain't gon blow
So many things that they don't even know
They be hearing my voice on the radio
I be popping bottles like I'm OBO
They loving my vibes they won't let me go
Codeine got me jiggy, I'm moving it slow
Haters be hoping I ain't gon show
Haters be hoping I ain't gon blow
So many things that they don't even know
They blasting my song on the stereo
They be hearing my voice on the radio
I be popping bottles like I'm OBO
They loving my vibes they won't let me go
Codeine got me jiggy, I'm moving it slow
Haters be hoping I ain't gon show
Haters be hoping I ain't gon blow
So many things that they don't even know
Yeah I'm a shooter, i ball like I'm curry
Fuck the ops, I ain't in a hurry
Smoke in my eyes, my vision is blurry
But I'm still pulling up in rari
If you finna act up you better don't worry
My shooters polite, they finna say sorry
I don't do drill stop comparing me to stormzy
Uzi got extendos, I'm dropping all 40
Talk shit and I'm gon be fucking your shawty
She be eying me since she be acting all naughty
I know she want me
I know she horny
She tryna call me
She ain't gon dull me
Put 50 in her pants, I made her wet
Chains on her neck, yeah she my pet
She came on racks, that pussy set
I fucked her twice, now she love me to death
They blasting my song on the stereo
They be hearing my voice on the radio
I be popping bottles like I'm OBO,
They loving my vibes they won't let me go
Codeine got me jiggy, I'm moving it slow
Haters be hoping I ain't gon show
Haters be hoping I ain't gon blow
So many things that they don't even know
They blasting my song on the stereo
They be hearing my voice on the radio
I be popping bottles like I'm OBO
They loving my vibes they won't let me go
Codeine got me jiggy, I'm moving it slow
Haters be hoping I ain't gon show
Haters be hoping I ain't gon blow
So many things that they don't even know
Now I'm rocking designers I'm rocking amiri
Fuck all the haters if they see me they see me
I made a milli in my sleep, believe me
Woke up on racks, now they don't wanna leave me
Fuck friends cos most of y'all fake
Been a long time since one take
Hustled for food, sure you can relate
They wish me bad but God knows my fate
Can't eat it and have it I'm talking bout cake
Gon do what it takes won't stop till I'm great
Got fire and ginger you know how it taste
Promised my mama this talent won't waste
I'm just tryna be one of the goats
I'm just tryna make em pull off they clothes
Sell out my shows
Stack it up, bag it up make me some does
I'm making millions while you making foes
Don't call me blood if you ain't in the squad
Cos the draco gon make you call out to God
Finna smoke your ass, finna smoke your pop
When my shooters start shooting they don't wanna stop
Cus I'm in the picture, you tryna crop
You a kid, you better just grow up
Got a party next door you better don't show up
Nigga you shitty, I swear imma throw up
They blasting my song on the stereo
They be hearing my voice on the radio
I be popping bottles like I'm OBO
They loving my vibes they won't let me go
Codeine got me jiggy, I'm moving it slow
Haters be hoping I ain't gon show
Haters be hoping I ain't gon blow
So many things that they don't even know
They blasting my song on the stereo
They be hearing my voice on the radio
I be popping bottles like I'm OBO
They loving my vibes they won't let me go
Codeine got me jiggy, I'm moving it slow
Haters be hoping I ain't gon show
Haters be hoping I ain't gon blow
So many things that they don't even know
Credits
Writer(s): Olalekan Omoniyi
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