YOU AIN’T... Giggs

[Intro]
Jay Young's got that beat knockin’
It's six figure music, baby

[Chorus]
You ain't got them boxes all done up
You ain’t on the block 'til the sun up
You ain't got your Glock for the summer
And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner
You ain't in the whip with them pebbles (Nah)
You ain't on the strip with the rebels (Nah)
You ain't never rid on no devils (On no devils)
You ain't with the clique, this is levels (Switch it)

[Verse 1]
Wishing genie, disappear, the whips Houdini (Yeah)
Business then and get the bitches in to see me (Yeah)
Hollow banging, blowing loud, whips all steamy (Steamy)
Niggas under pressure, pressure, bitches stealing (Yeah)
Bitches dreaming (Dreaming)
Niggas under pressure, pressure less appealing (Umm)
Pussy ho got left, left, left him squealing (Squealing)
Left him with a me-me-messy ceiling (Nah)
Said she wants that se-se-sexual healing (Sexual healing)
I’m the one she sa-sa-said she’s feeling
Pussy got the b-b-bestest creaming
Lean it to the le-le-left and lean it