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