Jiggy In Brazil

Lyrics

[Intro] Se falar que ama, eu tô mentindo Menina, eu sou artista, focado e capacitado em tacar forte nas novinha' (MC, make another hit) Eu já sofri por amor, mas não sofro mais (Project, project X) Agora o 212 VIP exala no corpo do pai [Chorus: Sha EK, Bandmanrill, Sha EK & Bandmanrill] I can't trust niggas, one day niggas cool, then it's lit We was just spinnin' the opps together, we was smokin' and tradin' our grips I think they mad 'cause a nigga got rich, I don't got poles on that dirty-ass strip When you grindin' and tryna get it out the mud, they gon' act like they want you to win I thank God that I made it this far, I could've been locked up behind bars On gang, I'm not playin' with niggas, You run up, you get sent to the stars, gang, gang, gang I can't trust niggas, one day niggas cool, then it's lit We was just spinnin' the opps togethеr, we was smokin' and tradin' our grips I think they mad 'cause a nigga got rich, I don't got polеs on that dirty-ass strip When you grindin' and tryna get it out the mud, they gon' act like they want you to win I thank God that I made it this far, I could've been locked up behind bars On gang, I'm not playin' with niggas, You run up, you get sent to the stars, gang, gang, gang [Bridge: Bandmanrill] Ayy, goddamn Look, goddamn Look, goddamn Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn [Verse: Bandmanrill] [?] gon' slide, gon' scoop in that van, that been the homie before all the fans Outside, Glock in the pants, outside, look, wait I'm on the block, put the Glock to the shoulder, he only tough for the 'net, he a poser Bro fifteen tryna slide in a Rover, my nigga said, "It ain't done 'til it's over," wait Diss on the 'net, then they copped a bottle, bro type of clock, goin' full throttle Hit his body, watch a nigga wobble, he gon' clip a nigga, come try to I'm in the hood with a AK, In the Welly, this shit like a payday (On bro) And they love when I'm screamin' that ayy, ayy, I got a bitch, but she not the bae-bae Bro shoot, his aim like grade A, get low, wait, you better stay-stay Get fussin', this shit a fake face, bet, bustin', look, ayy [Chorus: Sha EK] I can't trust niggas, one day niggas cool, then it's lit We was just spinnin' the opps together, we was smokin' and tradin' our grips I think they mad 'cause a nigga got rich, I don't got poles on that dirty-ass strip When you grindin' and tryna get it out the mud, they gon' act like they want you to win I thank God that I made it this far, I could've been locked up behind bars On gang, I'm not playin' with niggas, You run up, you get sent to the stars, gang, gang, gang I can't trust niggas, one day niggas cool, then it's lit We was just spinnin' the opps together, we was smokin' and tradin' our grips I think they mad 'cause a nigga got rich, I don't got poles on that dirty-ass strip When you grindin' and tryna get it out the mud, they gon' act like they want you to win I thank God that I made it this far, I could've been locked up behind bars On gang, I'm not playin' with niggas, You run up, you get sent to the stars, gang, gang, gang [Outro] Watch me pop it like a pro Watch me pop it like a pro Watch me pop it like a pro Watch me pop it, watch me pop it