GET JIGGY (Part 2) GET JIGGY GET JIGGY lyrics

Verse 1: Baby Kia]
Knife on the stick, tryna get jiggy
They had found that boy alive, all of his body parts was missin' (Grr)
It's time to spin, let's go get busy
b*tch, I'm hangin' out the trunk, E-Brake and BK come through creepin' (Grr)
What the f*ck is seven six?
Pull up hangin' out the sunroof
Set the course, I send a blitz
You said the words, just know we comin' eat the di*k too long
I'm c*mmin yeah
[FullyChop]
E-Brake, buddy, U-turned Fully out the window, Draco thumpin'
Z underscore splash bros me 50 long live 50 57th suck 59th riding through the bity (Woof) imma big dawg we playing games like jigsaw Lil noonie mad he ugly as f*ck
Run up on me imma let the switch bust
Muni Bail out over bump physco gang he so lame got no fame got no frame got no flame push the peddle

[Verse 2: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
They done got me in that mode
n*ggas speakin' on Lil Cal, they left four feet all on that floor
Yeah, we been caught up with Ju5, catch L5 and take his soul
Drebo dissin' my name, I bet he can't post at that store
YC video pop out, we finna shoot up Texaco
Seven six dual .57, break the glass up off the door
Oh, I heard they slid on gang, it's get back gang, shot five by bro
Oh, I heard my opps got switches, when I see them never blow
Just got the drop up on the opps, we put C4 up on his door
Heard bloodhound back inside the party, ho shakin' ass, he finna blow smoking fact that hardy
Smack a opp hoe from the back, that pus*y trash, she gotta go
Got a fat boy in my blunt, I'm smokin' Mark, I know they blow
[Verse 3: BloodhoundLilJeff & Baby Kia]
Blaow, hawk that pus*y boy, think that sh*t funny
When we kill Lil Core, we do him bad
Might strip his ass, might take his money (Boy, gimme that sh*t)
Baow, huh, ain't never run, boy, that sh*t cap

1This some two four, swear that Draco don't give a f*ck about the rap
Odee geeked up off that Mark, that fat-ass b*tch come round the lap

[Verse 4: Bloodhound lil Jeff]
Catch him walkin' out the barber, Draco put him on his back
Big boy died inside his sleep, he tried to run off with them racks
Bhlj doggin' in the SRT, B trail this whip, your ass get clapped
Bhlj, get 'em right

[Verse 5: Baby Kia]
Heard BK doggin' the SRT
Told E-Brake, "f*ck all of that, boy, stop, for a fact, that's CEP"
Glaah, glaah, come here
Yeah, Glock 28 with a button
Me and Lil E-Brake, we posted on MLK in the trap, shoot a n*gga for fun