Sha EK - Jiggy In Jersey, Pt. 3 (feat. Bandmanrill, MCVERTT) lyrics
[Sha EK - Jiggy In Jersey, Pt. 3 feat. Bandmanrill, MCVERTT lyrics]
MC, make another hit
Project X
Let's go
Aye
Run right down, stick 'em
Don't got the gun? Sick 'em
Lil' bitch workin, lick 'em
She tryna eat up the Peter, no Griffin
We see a opp, hit 'em
Banana clip, tryna split 'em
We tryna split whoever with 'em
He tryna split whoever with 'em
Run right down, stick 'em
Don't got the gun? Sick 'em
Lil' bitch workin, lick 'em
She tryna eat up the Peter, no Griffin
We see a opp, hit 'em
Banana clip, tryna split 'em
We tryna split whoever with 'em
He tryna split whoever with 'em
I'm tryna spin through that main block
I'm tryna catch me a face shot
Two opps got hit, them niggas ain't die
They still got hit with the same Glock
They tried to 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
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go, let's go
Aye
Run right down, stick 'em
Don't got the gun? Sick 'em
Lil' bitch workin, lick 'em
She tryna eat up the Peter, no Griffin
We see a opp, hit 'em
Banana clip, tryna split 'em
We tryna split whoever with 'em
He tryna split whoever with 'em
Run right down, stick 'em
Don't got the gun? Sick 'em
Lil' bitch workin, lick 'em
She tryna eat up the Peter, no Griffin
We see a opp, hit 'em
Banana clip, tryna split 'em
We tryna split whoever with 'em
He tryna split whoever with 'em
Project X
Let's go
Aye
Run right down, stick 'em
Don't got the gun? Sick 'em
Lil' bitch workin, lick 'em
She tryna eat up the Peter, no Griffin
We see a opp, hit 'em
Banana clip, tryna split 'em
We tryna split whoever with 'em
He tryna split whoever with 'em
Run right down, stick 'em
Don't got the gun? Sick 'em
Lil' bitch workin, lick 'em
She tryna eat up the Peter, no Griffin
We see a opp, hit 'em
Banana clip, tryna split 'em
We tryna split whoever with 'em
He tryna split whoever with 'em
I'm tryna spin through that main block
I'm tryna catch me a face shot
Two opps got hit, them niggas ain't die
They still got hit with the same Glock
They tried to 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
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go, let's go
Aye
Run right down, stick 'em
Don't got the gun? Sick 'em
Lil' bitch workin, lick 'em
She tryna eat up the Peter, no Griffin
We see a opp, hit 'em
Banana clip, tryna split 'em
We tryna split whoever with 'em
He tryna split whoever with 'em
Run right down, stick 'em
Don't got the gun? Sick 'em
Lil' bitch workin, lick 'em
She tryna eat up the Peter, no Griffin
We see a opp, hit 'em
Banana clip, tryna split 'em
We tryna split whoever with 'em
He tryna split whoever with 'em