Lyrics Gigga Dee - Dot Dot Curve

Gigga Dee

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, I’m here 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, I’m here 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, I’m here 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, I’m here 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!