Dot Dot Curve - Gigga Dee lyrics

Yeah, yeah hahaha
Gigga dee, gigga dee, gigga dee dDC (Bitch)

Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?)
Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?)
Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?)
Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?)
Yeah, we stunt up on them haters
Yeah, we stunt up on them hoes (yeah)
And we fresh from head to toes tags
Still up on your clothes like (yeah)
Get gigga dee, let's get gigga dee!
Get gigga dee, let's get gigga dee!

Bitch, it's Spanky show me my opponent
Anyone it is a bad, I vomit
Cause they straight harmless like
They handicapped yeah
There fuckin' almost anything about
You is pointless bitch, I'm being honest
If you hate me still I cannot
Get up out your head
I got the game on lock, like a dread lock
Yeah, you chillin' like a bum
Tryna get some, you'll never be on top
You worthless like a flip flop
Yeah, we just wildin' here, stylin'
You sound like classical, yeah, like a violin
Bitch, I'm straight violin
I'll leave your silent
I can chop you up and you
Screw you like Freddy with my machete
Leave you all bloody like spaghetti
I hope you ready cause my
Style is straight futuristic
Make you, bitches go ballistic
Pullin' your hair out cause I'm the
Best shit out like straight fuck your coach

Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?)
Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?)
Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?)
Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?)
Yeah, we stunt up on them haters
Yeah, we stunt up on them hoes
And we fresh from head to toes tags
Still up on your clothes like
Get gigga dee, let's get gigga dee!
Get gigga dee, let's get gigga dee!

Yeah, Young Chi baby, bitch, no abortion
Young Chi baby, bitch, no abortion
Young Spanky baby, bitch, no distortion
Young Spanky baby, bitch, no distortion!
Runnin' through this clique and we
Goin' click clack pow
Runnin' in this facility where are
Ya'll goin' do now
Nothing, ya'll stuck on the island
While me and Spanky sipping, just wildin'
Oops, I mean Jack and we gotta
Six pack of some of that
Better get your fuckin' strap
Cause I got my fuckin' mans
'Bout to blow through you dumb hoe
Might bigger I thought I
Told you motherfuckers before
So I'll be launch to my planet, oops
I mean rocketship
Ya'll niggas can't stand it
And I crashed landed
Sipping on this good drink
Young Chi motherfucker, what do you think?

Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?)
Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?)
Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?)
Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?)
Yeah, we stunt up on them haters
Yeah, we stunt up on them hoes
And we fresh from head to toes tags
Still up on your clothes like
Get gigga dee, let's get gigga dee!
Get gigga dee, let's get gigga dee!
Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?)
Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?)
Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?)
Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?)
Yeah, we stunt up on them haters
Yeah, we stunt up on them hoes
And we fresh from head to toes tags
Still up on your clothes like
Get gigga dee, let's get gigga dee!
Get gigga dee, let's get gigga dee!