RND Officially - Jig

(*****)
Come here, Yeah, You, There
Come here, come here
(Whoo, Whoo, Whoo)
*** I'm committed
Married the game
'Round the 21st century
52 Racks in my pocket I'm limping
****** be hating, but they don't be tempting
I took ya *** for a ride in the Tesla
Mash on the gas (What's That) electric
Blew the ***** neck back, Quick flexin'
Chopper do the click clack, Big action (Whoa)
***** let me park in the lot, Get a lil top
Put my lip hand on them Yattas
The other day she saw me bumping that Biggie
That's why she calling me papa
She from the bay, Got her *** off when in Waikiki
That's my lil *** Cyndi Lauper
Ringing my phone, that's my lil *** from Atlanta
She wanna meet at follies
Ooh pick it up, stick it up, pop it
Ooh throwing these Benji's no wallet
Walking in to fashion week no stylists
Never see me tweaking
Off a another ******* status
Back on our ****, ****** be thinking we quit
We had to get more legit, Blow off your cap
Get you knock off for a tip, And hit me a lick
(Hold On Jig)
Whoo, Yeah, You, There
Come here, come here
(Whoo, Whoo, Whoo)
(Reach down) Pick it up (Huh)
Cape Town, A-Town
East bound, West bound send it up
(Reach down) Pick it up (Whoo)
Racks out, racks out, racks out
We gon' light the city up
You know it's a party
A ***** doing hella donuts
In the Maserati
****** steady tryna hate on me
Tryna snake on me
But I got something for these **** ******
Give ya ***** that work work
If he want smoke pull up on him like skrtt skrtt
How ya ***** love you, but she on my page
Lurk lurk
This ain't over night
We really put in that work work
He was talking **** now
That ***** my chauffeur
None of you ****** better not come at me
Like you want war, matter of a fact
I'm putting an ending to these ***** *** ******
***** never really popping
When they hit *** ******
**** is you talking about
Laid up with ya chick
And she going down south
How the hell stay talking
Hella lies out ya mouth
Why these ****** steady
Tryna talk **** for clout
They know we got the remedy
And they know they can never
Get rid of me, Man I swear to God
You don't want to be the enemy *****
I'm killin' these ******
I'm shittin' on ******
This come with a price
So I get to billing these ****** I swear
She is a bad ***** so I flirt flirt
They know that we get it
And we put in work work
She got on her knees, and
Then she gave me slurp slurp
This shit is a breeze
But you feeling cursed cursed
Oh my God (God) She think she broke my heart
Sike ***** nah, Smoking on that strong
****** better leave me the **** alone
***** I'm gone
(Hold On Jig)
Whoo, Yeah, You, There
Come here, come here
(Whoo, Whoo, Whoo)
(Reach down) Pick it up (Huh)
Cape Town, A-Town
East bound, West bound send it up
(Reach down) Pick it up (Whoo)
Racks out, racks out, racks out
We gon' light the city up
(Hold On Jig)
Whoo, Yeah, You, There
Come here, come here
(Whoo, Whoo, Whoo)
(Reach down) Pick it up (Huh)
Cape Town, A-Town
East bound, West bound send it up
(Reach down) Pick it up (Whoo)
Racks out, racks out, racks out
We gon' light the city up

Written by:
RND Officially, Romel Cantrell

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