CLIP 2.7.5. - Jiggy lyrics

[Verse 1] Clip 2.7.5 Keep it jiggy wit it Ride round dirty Is you really wit it I put the heat up in it Team up in it Pure white beam wit the lean up in it Bet I look clean up in it Green up in it Scene up in it bet I be seen up in it f**in up the block Buckin up I'm up I never stop Muthaf** a cop Buck buck buck Swerving out in my own lane I'm on tour, I'm gettin money n***as mad cuz I ain't even play a show But my pockets fat, they all on me Got another hustle On my line My n***as on the grind Bet they will all deny that they know me If the Popo knock the door & find the O's up on my side I bet that I would fly up out the country Uh 2.7.5. My goons, what? Gank n we out them tunes Buck Wild wit a 45 1911 Die live up in heaven Make room Bust Vibin out wit great people Clip , Pouya n Niko b**h we Wildin out N fill each row At the shows n f** wit them freak hoes What? "Mom im a millionaire now" Can't wait to say it with you in the crowd Can't wait to blaze it wit u on the loud Run up on me I pull it like Meth Its Tical Blackout Bouta cash out Lash out Put that a** out Pull the hash out Ask bout Me & my n***as go BANGK But dawg what the f** did u thank? Red Table up in this thang [Verse 2] Niko Is I be on it, the limelight, so shine the high beam on it Catch a body on it, that s a hobby, put everybody on it Was lookin like dry bee vomit, i got raps Do the right thing, i spike lee on it Dont ever come to my dream, yo they might be horny I body the whole game, hoes be like golly youre the mayne All the jolly herbs i blaze, ay yo im Dali workin paint dawg Rock a coat hoe, polyurethane Its a trial and error game and i be flying high as Led Zeppelin I heard the stairway to heaven's the next exit So text lex and tell him to bring me the stretch Lex You know, the one that got the 3D TV in the headrest See me, i'm your best best, poppin' like ca**ette decks Yes yes, fresh fresh wit the tec for those that test test Got O's of the best best, that YY that XX 1 in a million, i run wit blunted Brazilians, they come wit guns in the building Whooop I see sounds, i paint words, i write colors Fire in my eyes, im higher than the Wright brothers Sippin mimosas having meetings with the high ones Discussing rhyme structures while we're eating pie, f**er