Wigglin’ Big Hit (Ft. Hit-Boy & Mozzy)

[Intro]
[Man it's a struggle
Gotta get it how you can get it
Get it how you live n*gga
Heh]

[Hook 1]
Wigglin'
I'm at it again
After them ends i'm trappin' again
Wigglin'
Fresh out the pen
Fosho the light in the benz
Yea them stock rims

[Verse 1]
Wigglin'
I'm alert on the block
I always swerve 'round cops
Know who to serve and who not
Wigglin'
If not crystal is dropped
All my exotic is top
Got switches on all my Glocks
Wigglin'
I got a big money scheme
Bigger than gate dreams
My motto is take G'z
Blaze keys and bake keys
On the B straight beast never stop when thеy say freeze
They sprayin' it(?) for my ankles
But i filеd for full discovery, picked twelve and then i spanked them
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
I'd rather be broke than be a mark-ass snitch
I just fuck with the typa n*ggas that ride on the law
Pistol pop off, providers for the low
Fuck Microsoft, microwave it when it's raw
Transport it on the low
In the bumpers of the four
If see that ghetto hawk
You hear the bazooka spit
I grind too hard to chalk it up and abandon ship
The bando hittin' licks, never trick on a bitch
Off the hook like a fish, like snot a n*gga slick