Giggity Giggity

Lyrics

[Intro: Christ Dillinger & DJ Smokey] I was robbin' niggas after school Get home, rob niggas on RuneScape I robbed hella niggas on RuneScape I'm in the free market doubling gold We take his pack and get it sold I'm like Quagmire off that bean I giggity giggity off the lean I giggity giggity get up in that bitch's back when I'm off this green bean Both front pockets stickin' out of the pack to the brim with cans of green beans (My life is in shambles...) (Turn up the sound Sloymo) [Verse 1: Acid Souljah & Shadow Wizard Money Gang] I be dressed fly like I'm in the Village People I fuck with gay people like the fucking Village People I'm fried off the acid, you can see it in my pupils (Ha-ha-ha) All these rappers are my sons, yeah, they are my pupils (He-he-he) If you talk down on Task Force, I'ma shoot you If you talk down on Based God, I'ma blast you I'ma rob you for a blunt just cause I have to (Sha-Sha-Shadow) I'ma rob you for a blunt if I don't like you See you smoking on the streets, snatch that shit right out your mouth I see your girlfriend, and I cum in her mouth Young based legend you know what the fuck I be about (Shadow Wizard, goblin insanity) I'm with Christ Dillinger and we smoking gas right now All around the country, yeah you know we smoking loud It don't matter where we at, everywhere we touch down we getting to the pack [Verse 2: Christ Dillinger & DJ Smokey] If his price is high, then we gonna rob him If his price is low, then we gonna rob him (I am schizophrenic, and have a gun) If his dope was free, I'd still rob him I step in this bitch, we got a problem Baby Glock can solve a little problem AR-15 solves a bigger problem Fly through your window like Mary Poppins This Glock right here is gonna stop him I was robbin' niggas after school Get home, rob niggas on RuneScape I robbed hella niggas on RuneScape I'm in the free market doubling gold We take his pack and get it sold I'm like Quagmire off that bean I giggity giggity off the lean I giggity giggity get up in that bitch's back when I'm off this green bean Both front pockets sticking out of the pack to the brim with cans of green beans I'm out in LAX with Acid Souljah and Pistolero drinking green lean Niggas beefing with us, we gonna pull up and shoot your house up with green beams I only want wok, keep the trench I don't even wanna cuff her, keep the bitch (He-he-he) I'm off two yellow Xanax sticks Way before rap, I was selling bricks Blue Glock, round bullets leave 'em stiff Fiends coming through, they need they fix Gotta call the plug, I need a fix Call the plug, I need a 3.5 I'm smoking outside, I don't got to hide I'm the second shooter like Sam Hyde Why people hate me like I'm Sam Hyde? I beat the pot until it dies [Verse 3: Acid Souljah & CHRIST DILLINGER] I beat the pot, not my bitch I got a ghost Glock with a switch Bitch touch the stash, she gettin' hit Got on a matching Chrome Hearts fit (Sh-Sh-Shadow) Got on a thousand dollar Supreme fit Your girlfriend addicted to the Based Lord dick (Ah) Don't bring his bitch to the crib, she takin' the dick (Ah-Aughhh) I do not need the pill, just hand me the stick I do not need the price, just hand me the drip If I give pressed out, I'm makin' fiends sick If I sell pills then you know that I pressed it Yeah, you know that they all got fent in it I sell fentanyl, who else gon do it? (Shad-Shad-Shadow) Pull out my dick, your bitch gettin' right to it You beat up a bitch and got canceled and blew it Nobody listening to your music Nobody listening to that fucking bullshit I pop three pills, yeah, I'm booted as shit I fuck that bitch and she suck on my dick And then I cum inside her eyelids [Outro: DJ Smokey & CHRIST DILLINGER] My body has been taken over by an evil spirit This song is a war crime (DJ Smokey, triple six bitch) Shadow Wizard Money Gang nigga, we the ones putting fentanyl in all the weed