Man Down

Piggedy pow guess who's on niggedy now

Got the whole damn criggedy crowd like wiggedy wow

I friggedy freak the funk I'm not a punk, I'm known for pimpin

I miggedy make more doh, than that **** Homer Simpson

On a mission, to rock it, I'm flipping, the profit

A tune for the consumers, first they listen then they cop it

The language that I speak, this an emcee, grammar

I got a rapper gun, that's my MC, Hammer

I am a bad mamma jamma I plan ta

Rigged wreck the stage from, here to Alabama

I got 2 fifths, and my Glocks do spit

If I hock tu spit, you will not do shit

You ain't no miggedy mack, ya riggedy raps are wiggedy wack

Why ya town ain't on the map, **** riggedy riddle me that

And when we were in the trenches we ain't get no higgedy hand outs

See how tables turn I'm the fucking miggedy man now

I'm the higgedy hustler you the ciggedy customer

Head shot, neck shot, hit the jiggedy jugular

Leg shot, lead pop, commence to sniggedy snuffin ya

We even dead cops and we ain't biggedy bluffin bruh

Red dots leave wiggedy wet spots in yo dread locks

If you got a hot head, I'll leave ya higgedy head hot

You bet not ever press stop you gon get dropped

Fuck shit up and leave, then higgedy head to the next spot

Let's not act all outta ciggedy character

Smack you with the diggedy Daringer embarrass ya

Life is good I'm on the road to the riches

My desires in existence, got the flyest biggedy bitches

And when we was in the trenches we ain't get no higgedy hand outs

See how tables turn I'm the fucking miggedy man now