4ep jiggy - High 5 (Free 50) (feat. JumpShotLash)

Feeling like jiggy jump shot finna eat it up
Hit that bitch from the back ima beat it up
These niggas be slow as the fuck they aint keeping up
Guilford cold so i keep that heater tuck

I keep that glock on my hip that's how i ride
Pass it to jiggy that's a tdg four ep high five
Them niggas they shoot from the high rise
I got the spinach i got this shit poppin like popeyes

Fuck nigga you no that im popping for real
Got the cleats so you no that im down in the field
Bitch you no how im stepping you no what im repping
Been locked in the streets and worried bout a mill

Who you no finna snap in the booth im the only man
Yo bitch want me to fuck on her only fans
We aint locked in wit shit no we dont do the holding hands
You aint having my kids i use trojan

Fucked up his head from a 762 round
Turn this shit up like a luau
Opps keep on hiding from me who the fuck ima shoot now
I really dont got shit to do now

Why window shop in the mall ima fuck up a check
See a dog put them done like a vet
Free my lil brother he really a cannon
He hit every target aye nigga select who next

Lil jiggy just walk down on the scene aye
Hit that boy right in the neck
Them hallow tip bullets gone buck buck buck
Aye jump shot slide on the scene wit a tec

Yea the cleaning crew nigga we slide on your block
The shooters gone leave it a mess yea
The shooters they strap wit a vest aye
Them hallow tips go thru your neck

Its a g on my gun think it came from a mason
Bitch i be strapped like a haitian
Lil jiggy be trapping the mother fucking vacant
You no that them bullets gone race him

High speed chase matter a fact they gone chase him
Six twos hit his bones they gone break them
Dreads wicked up like a mother fucking rasta
Eat up the beat like sum mother fucking pasta

Nigga tell me pull up to the stu for a feature
I start feeling iffy i shoot up the scene
All my killers salute me im not signed to gucci
But i send like ten out this glock 17

Skinny nigga got big bitch a stay sipping lean
Im smoking your bro he got turn to sum weed
I ride in the back but i hop out on feet
We hop out wit pipes he got cracked like a leak

Hop out the coupe yea i need me a perk or a xan
these bitches they no im the man
Up in the kitchen got me whipping the pop wit my wrist
Gotta get to the green thats the plan

Four ep four ever paid thats the brand
That nigga he died wit that glock in his hand
That nigga acting funny we slapping his man
Og gas got me looking like im from japan

Nigga snooze better give it a rest wit this shit
Put that boy in distress like a bitch
He a bitch like he lilo i give him a stich
I was trapping in school they could tell by the stench

On gang bitch im the best
Cap like new era we turn ya to mitchell and ness
Shoot first so you want need a vest
Metal detectors dont work snuck the glock in this bitch

Them niggas they come letting shots in this bitch
We the reason his mother fucking car got flipped
Bitch Dont call me your bro you get punched in your lip

Stay on the south and the east i was on nine
I was thuggin on both sides
If you hang around me you can bang anything
Please just dont throw up the same signs

Written by:
jermarcus naylor

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