Wigglin'

[Intro] [Man it's a struggle Gotta get it how you can get it Get it how you live n*gga Heh] [Hook 1] Wigglin' I'm at it again After them ends i'm trappin' again Wigglin' Fresh out the pen Fosho the light in the benz Yea them stock rims [Verse 1] Wigglin' I'm alert on the block I always swerve 'round cops Know who to serve and who not Wigglin' If not crystal is dropped All my exotic is top Got switches on all my Glocks Wigglin' I got a big money scheme Bigger than gate dreams My motto is take G'z Blaze keys and bake keys On the B straight beast never stop when thеy say freeze They sprayin' it(?) for my ankles But i filеd for full discovery, picked twelve and then i spanked them If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense I'd rather be broke than be a mark-ass snitch I just fuck with the typa n*ggas that ride on the law Pistol pop off, providers for the low Fuck Microsoft, microwave it when it's raw Transport it on the low In the bumpers of the four If see that ghetto hawk You hear the bazooka spit I grind too hard to chalk it up and abandon ship The bando hittin' licks, never trick on a bitch Off the hook like a fish, like snot a n*gga slick [Hook 1] Wigglin' I'm at it again After them ends i'm trappin' again Wigglin' We back to back in the benz It's really death before dishonor Had to crack on my man [Verse 2] Wigglin' I'm talkin' validatin' gang ties since yea high Type to kill and die behind these gang signs Wigglin' You askin' why are you mainline Glicky with extensions on that thang havin' hang time Wigglin' Hey breathe on me got the same line Get a n*gga corner-back blitzed over facetime Straight slime Nah we ain't worried 'bout no sprite They wantin' forty-five a brick But we ain't worried 'bout the price No canaries for the ice These fifty-pointers baby Real children of the slums We was on 'em corners main'ing If you ain't taking trips, then endorse us with the yankees Half the hood boolin' But my portion of it brazy on B team Lookin' like it's bristons with these red and these green beams Resume impeccable That's something i keep clean Mando Nighters in the bandos Send them dope fiends the big fire for that MO Suckas ain't gonna tell you about that business we stand on They know whaddup Champagne bottles let 'em know it's us Fella, if you let me tell it Ain't nobody roll me up PSI platinum, welcome home to the homie blood [Hook 1] Wigglin' I'm at it again After them ends i'm trappin' again Wigglin' We back to back in the benz It's really death before dishonor Had to crack on my man Wigglin' I'm talkin' validatin' gang ties since yea high Type to kill and die behind these gang signs Wigglin' You askin' why are you mainline Glicky with extensions on that thang havin' hang time Wigglin' Hey breathe on me got the same line Get a n*gga corner-backed blitzed over facetime Hey breathe on it, get a n*gga corner-backed blizted... [duh duh duh duh duh duh duh Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh] [Hook 2] Roll call Where my roll dawgs Whoa whoa I got the snowballs I got the popsicles for the low on call I got the plenty chopsticks to p the road the laws Yeah big B'z where the whoops at Gotta check playing rag on a huge strap Red rollie face with the red stones In his red five 'vetti with the red bones [Verse 3] Red brome with the red spokes on the daytons Bending corners chuckin' lanes do 'em brazy Baby on my bumper sayin' she a blue rag But she wanna blood chop with a lotta blue cash Flame gang tell these n*ggas what you really bleed Know exactly what i'm on when i chuck it up I was hanging out the left If you a real blood Can't get em boys the keys they gon' fuck it up Pull up at the rose bowl Hop out the red rose hit the toe Red clothes Lil bro bro don't go there Ima dawg beware Stay safe and dangerous Like pasadena bears On them john mayer mustang Rips really bang PHS bulldogs flamed up like lanes On the gang I ain't never been jumped in I was puttin' work in Dippin in (?) Cadillac gucci (?) El dorado terrainin'(?) Posted up when (?) was a baby Miss ray ray, rodney Smoking stitches constantly Pasadena chalkin' it Chokin' on the chocolate Need an ET bitch Five hundred for the zip Twenty for the gram Forty just for the stick On the clique High power wolfin' get you chipped Hit 'em let 'em know the real ones still exist [Hook 2] Roll call Where my roll dawgs Whoa whoa I got the snowballs I got the popsicles for the low on call I got the plenty chopsticks to p the road the laws Yeah big B'z where the whoops at Gotta chick playing rag on a huge strap Red rollie face with the red stones In his red five 'vetti with the red bones