Lyrics
Na
Na Na Na
Naaa
(Naaaaaaa yeah they gon fuck with this one) Shit they gon like this one
(Na it's 3hree in this bitch you heard me) Na Na Na Na
Niggas be riding round with these bitches
Still broke you ain't ran up no digits
We love to get paid
YCG we get busy
Now I'm with Jiggy bout to fuck up the city
She hate when I go back and fourth bout shit she know I did before
And times been getting hard it been fading
Hope it just fade for sure
Niggas be riding round with these bitches
Still broke you ain't ran up no digits
We love to get paid
YCG we get busy
Now I'm with Jiggy bout to fuck up the city
She hate when I go back and fourth bout shit she know I did before
And times been getting hard it been fading
Hope it just fade for sure
Cause
We be cracking shit wackin shit
Jacking shit kidnapping shit
And my word is bond
used to stand up on the curb for the long
Wouldn't leave til the herbs was gone
I don't care what you heard about me
Come thru and I'm swerving loudly
They know Jiggy from the city to the furthest county
WOOO
& I keep that shit on
Fuck type of shit that nigga bitch on
Got the money then I put my clique on
We got birds yeah we sell pigeons
Tell em Rest In Peace My Nigga Big Jon
And Rest In Peace my nigga
Ying I'm doing my thing
She like it when I rap but love it when I sing
Ima get em outta there
I got rhythm like a rocking chair
The money taught a nigga not to care
Money turnt me to a monster
Got 4 ounces in a fanna
No 4 ounces in a Fanta
Every school I went to I ran it
And Nah I ain't gon fuck the bitch
I got standards (Yeah)
Niggas be riding round with these bitches
Still broke you ain't ran up no digits
We love to get paid
YCG we get busy
Now I'm with Jiggy bout to fuck up the city
She hate when I go back and fourth bout shit she know I did before
And times been getting hard it been fading
Hope it just fade for sure
Niggas be riding round with these bitches
Still broke you ain't ran up no digits
We love to get paid
YCG we get busy
Now I'm with Jiggy bout to fuck up the city
She hate when I go back and fourth bout shit
she know I did before
And times been getting hard it been fading
Hope it just fade for sure
When it come to this rapping shit better mind your business
I'm getting paid to do it
We can set it off then watch it rain
Slide through with open doors
I just hopped out the coupe then I stepped in booth
Ask bro what you waiting for (Bro what you waiting for)
(Ask bro what you waiting for)
I'm from the South I can't switch on the guys
Listen than I pay it no mind
Switching it up they got 3hree in his prime
2020 got me feeling like why
Damn
Got this pain inside
Feel like a parade don't rain
on mine Nah (Don't rain on mine Nah, Nah)
Came from the bottom
Finally made a way up
Make sure we eat like I got my weight up
Care less bout a bitch don't even say wassup
Fresh outta high school So you know that I'm clutch
Niggas was hating Niggas be faking
And I ain't worried bout a bitch cause you know that I'm up
I could get a nigga gone we ain't got say much
Sit a nigga down just for thinking he tough
Niggas be riding round with these bitches
Still broke you ain't ran up no digits
We love to get paid
YCG we get busy
Now I'm with Jiggy bout to fuck up the city
She hate when I go back and fourth bout shit
she know I did before
And times been getting hard it been fading
Hope it just fade for sure
Niggas be riding round with these bitches
Still broke you ain't ran up no digits
We love to get paid
YCG we get busy
Now I'm with Jiggy bout to fuck up the city
She hate when I go back and fourth bout shit
she know I did before
And times been getting hard it been fading
Hope it just fade for sure
Naaaaaaa
Writer(s): Michael Washington
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