
Jiggy in Jersey, Pt. 3 Sha EK & Bandmanrill (Ft. MCVertt)
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[Intro: Bandmanrill]
MC, make another hit
Project X
Let's go
Aye
[Chorus: Bandmanrill & Sha EK]
Run right down, stick 'em (Run right down)
Don't got the gun? Sick 'em (He gettin' punched)
Lil' bitch workin, lick 'em (Aye)
She tryna eat up the Peter, no Griffin, uh
We see a opp, hit 'em (On bro)
Banana clip, tryna split 'em (Bow)
We tryna split whoever wit' 'em (Bow)
We tryna split whoever wit' 'em (Bow)
Run right down, stick 'em (Run right down)
Don't got the gun? Sick 'em (He gettin' punched)
Lil' bitch workin, lick 'em (Aye)
She tryna eat up the Peter, no Griffin, uh
We see a opp, hit 'em (On bro)
Banana clip, tryna split 'em (Grrah)
We tryna split whoever wit' 'em (Grrah)
We tryna split whoever wit' 'em (Gang-gang-gang)
[Verse: Sha EK]
I'm tryna spin through that main block
I'm tryna catch me a face shot
Two opps got hit, but them niggas ain't die, they still got hit wit' the same Glock
They tryna say, "Ain't no Jiggy in Jersey," he a baby, and he broke
You need to go to the ATM and pull out some bread 'cause you need you a coat
Them niggas gotta stop dissin'
Drop my O and a nigga go missin'
I done watched too many niggas switch up, to this day my bitch say I don't listen
I don't care 'cause I'm totin' that Smith &, they told me, "Chill, 'cause these niggas be snitchin'"
Steve O signed me and everything changed, I was bummy, now, look at me, different
Gang-gang-gang
MC, make another hit
Project X
Let's go
Aye
[Chorus: Bandmanrill & Sha EK]
Run right down, stick 'em (Run right down)
Don't got the gun? Sick 'em (He gettin' punched)
Lil' bitch workin, lick 'em (Aye)
She tryna eat up the Peter, no Griffin, uh
We see a opp, hit 'em (On bro)
Banana clip, tryna split 'em (Bow)
We tryna split whoever wit' 'em (Bow)
We tryna split whoever wit' 'em (Bow)
Run right down, stick 'em (Run right down)
Don't got the gun? Sick 'em (He gettin' punched)
Lil' bitch workin, lick 'em (Aye)
She tryna eat up the Peter, no Griffin, uh
We see a opp, hit 'em (On bro)
Banana clip, tryna split 'em (Grrah)
We tryna split whoever wit' 'em (Grrah)
We tryna split whoever wit' 'em (Gang-gang-gang)
[Verse: Sha EK]
I'm tryna spin through that main block
I'm tryna catch me a face shot
Two opps got hit, but them niggas ain't die, they still got hit wit' the same Glock
They tryna say, "Ain't no Jiggy in Jersey," he a baby, and he broke
You need to go to the ATM and pull out some bread 'cause you need you a coat
Them niggas gotta stop dissin'
Drop my O and a nigga go missin'
I done watched too many niggas switch up, to this day my bitch say I don't listen
I don't care 'cause I'm totin' that Smith &, they told me, "Chill, 'cause these niggas be snitchin'"
Steve O signed me and everything changed, I was bummy, now, look at me, different
Gang-gang-gang
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