Jiggy Sizzurp

I'm off of the side, bitch, I'm 'bout to loof off

I roll up, plunk in them chicken and smoke

I'm proud to tell this bitch how I'm load

I got a deuce in my cup, sippin' dope

Choppa, Chapo

Big dog made, I dug of the name

I'm finna pop my shit like a gang

I'm finna pop my shit like balloons

I'm in the hood, posted with the grooves

I'm in the hood, posted at the spot

You don't get a picture, you gon' get cropped

You don't get a picture, you gotta move

Call me baller, build a Ikea tool

Call me baller, build a Ikea steel

Don't got a heart, I don't know how to feel

Don't got a heart, I do all my hoes wrong

I crack the hoe while he's singing my song

I crack the hoe while he's singing my music

I gotta chill on the weed, I abuse it

If I don't got no time, I'ma lose it

When I be dreaming, that shit be so lucid

I be hitting that gas, I be off of that dozer

I let it drip, need an ark like Noah

I pop this shit on these hoes like a soda

Rockin' the beat like this shit was a Rover

I'm sick of hoes 'cause I'm mo'fuckin' colder

Run a lil' hoe, you get swung like a boulder

I'm with the gang and we still like some soldiers

Smokin' backwoods to the face

No, I can't let you eat off my plate

Feel like I'm Biggie, all I had was faith

Get on my nerves, I'ma leave like a Wraith

Aimin' for they sub at the end of the day

And I ain't duckin' nobody but tape

Like it's Goya, I make some shake

Broke **** syndrome, I see you got traits

I'm off the side, bitch, I'm 'bout to lose focus

I roll up blunt, get the jiggin' and smoke it

I'm proud as hell in this bitch, yeah, I'm loaded

I got a deuce in my cup, sippin' doses

Tell me, bitch, you gon' get posse coldin'

Trippin' on who? Bitch, I don't got emotions

Say you don't fuck with me? Bitch, I ain't noticed

Say you don't fuck with me? Bitch, I ain't noticed

Pull up to a fuck **** block, let it blow

You can get hit just for being a troll

You think you crazy? Bitch, I'm really throwed

You think you crazy? Bitch, I'm really wild

I got some ****, they'll spin like a fidget

Countin' up guap, bitch, I'm countin' up digits

Choppa

Yeah, yeah