Jigg - WE GOTTA EAT lyrics

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Jigg - WE GOTTA EAT lyrics

[Hook x2: SkullyTV] Call Jigg up, we roll to the east SkullyTV, Go hard with the beats Taking sh** down, We gotta eat Smoking on dope, High as a tree Artillery, We mobbing the streets And if we go broke, We robbing the streets Do a hit, Hit everything Pop a zan, Forget everything [Verse 1: SkullyTV] Out in the field, The spot where i be at And most of these n***as, They copycats Get the air, Turn to a flat By the way, I'm off a flat Zans and guns, I'm turnt up n***a Batman, I'ma rob a n***a Green on me, I'ma carve a n***a 070, i'ma starving n***a Glock boys on Colombia Get them keys from Colombia Lone boys, i ain't stunting yall Mop sticks, What we pointing bruh A casket, it'll cuff you up Knock him down to a decimal f** Springfield, We the capital Price on your head, Go get the guys Knock his a** over one nine Making hits with Duke Da Beast Jigg at it, He got the east With us three, We got the streets You think to tough, To get touched My dogs hungry, They need lunch You wanna play p**y, You get f**ed On the e-way, In a tonka truck (Skrrrt) I'm beating it up Its bop too, I'm heating up Chop it down, Get opened up Jigg called the whole block up Tay city here, And Tonka sh** A and D till the windy sh** Got good dope that k** with Real n***as who rock with [Hook x2: SkullyTV] Call Jigg up, we roll to the east SkullyTV, Go hard with the beats Taking sh** down, We gotta eat Smoking on dope, High as a tree Artillery, We mobbing the streets And if we go broke, We robbing the streets Do a hit, Hit everything Pop a zan, Forget everything [Verse 2: Duke Da Beast] Pop out the cut, Lets play hide and seek Run up right on him, And give him the heat I'm from TC, What we playing for keeps Get slumped in the trunk, Leave him stanking for weeks 070 We banging, Head shots when we aiming TayCity we dangerous, b**h n***a f** what you claiming We got Ak's, Sk's, Got a tech nine with a cooler These lil n***as, better cool it Cause my lil n***as a do it Hate when n***as claim that they shooters But we the ones, That's shooting Its thinkers and there's doers And we the ones who doing b**h, I gotta Glock 9, With 30 shots and a beam on it, Like Scotty Don't make me catch a body, Pop you and then pop a molly When i up this pole, Branch off, Better dip like ranch sauce I treat a b**h, Like a damn dog I just want some neck, Don't take your pants off I'm high as f**, And i'm rolling My eyes up, And i'm focused Hit the dope and i'm choking Who want smoke cause i'm smoking We got big sh**, No handguns That chopper beat like a band drum Hit his a** with that damn gun And watch this p**y bleed like a tampon (Lets Get It) [Hook x1: SkullyTV] Call Jigg up, we roll to the east SkullyTV, Go hard with the beats Taking sh** down, We gotta eat Smoking on dope, High as a tree Artillery, We mobbing the streets And if we go broke, We robbing the streets Do a hit, Hit everything Pop a zan, Forget everything [Verse 3: Jigg] Pop a zan and forget the hit Do a hit and hit the b**h Skrrrt off in a foreign whip My young-in's in that stolen sh** Wilding out we so reckless Poking n***as, we finessing In the kitchen, we stretching Hella thots and they stretching More guns, More hits More dope, More licks Big chopper, Car flip We aren't shopping, No Target In the east, I been dangerous Call skully, He flaming In the cut, Duke banging Its FBT, No Changing We mobbing. About 50 deep Gutter sh**, We extort the east Strike the crowd on that world peace (The sound bite is louder then the verse so idk...WTF right?) Youngin's poking, Who holding Do a hit, Case open Walk ups, We Blowing (Sound bite is loud af again...) Smoking dope, Yeah that sour Poke a n***a, For that flower Street rules, Money, Power Bullets rain like showers Call me up to do some hits, I be there about an hour Call me up to do some hits, I be there about an hour [Hook x2: SkullyTV] Call Jigg up, we roll to the east SkullyTV, Go hard with the beats Taking sh** down, We gotta eat Smoking on dope, High as a tree Artillery, We mobbing the streets And if we go broke, We robbing the streets Do a hit, Hit everything Pop a zan, Forget everything