
Date of issue: 11.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hardest Ese Eva |
Got five screens in your '86 Rivi'? |
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy |
Do you flip Snow White quick, fast, in a jiffy? |
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy (Ayy) |
I just splashed up with a chopstick |
I just whacked a nigga in the projects |
And I’m strapped up with a Kel-Tec (Ayy) |
You need fifty pounds, I can mail that (I can mail that) |
I sip drank, I don’t sell that (No) |
Free my niggas, finna send them care pack (Yeah) |
Fuck the bitch now 'cause I don’t got patience |
I done been to hell and I done shot Satan |
You ain’t 'bout that murder, nigga, stop playin' (No) |
You ain’t talkin' money, nigga, what you sayin'? |
(What you sayin'?) |
You can call me Mr. Bloody Shirt Stain (Bloody Shirt Stain) |
And I ball hard like I’m Kurt Angle |
Whole lot of ammunition when I’m on the road |
They call my phone when they need to restore (Ayy) |
I got indoor and I got cheap, though |
Chopper hold a hundred, I don’t need to reload |
Straight up out the trenches, nigga, let’s get it |
Neck full of water like a wet willy |
Nigga play me with me, he gon' be a victim |
I’ma clear the scene and leave no witness |
Any hood, I’m good every time I come around |
Don’t make me splash up and come and run you down |
In the winter, I drip in Versace, lil' nigga |
Then I’m rockin' LV in the summertime |
In the trap house, it’s just me and a smoker |
Give 'em a belt how he watching all my droga |
I was with your bitch, laws got behind me, so I had to put the crack up in her |
cola |
Hardest Ese Eva, nigga (Ayy) |
Your bitch thought I had my leg up in her |
Tote a K, bitch, I’ll let you have it nigga |
In a Wraith, crawlin' like a caterpillar |
And Julo just splashed up in a drop top |
Every trap I got, it’s a hotspot |
Junkies walkin' in, ain’t no knock-knock |
I got chopsticks and I got Glocks |
I got FNs, don’t get shot |
I know you heard about the drip god |
Spent a hundred racks on his wrist watch |
You play with the sauce and you get blammed up |
He got shot in his face when he ran up |
You told the laws when you got jammed up |
You not built like that, stop playing tough |
I trap all day and leave with a check |
In the trap tryna find the keys to the 'Vette |
I can’t wait 'til they free the SP Mex |
And I’m balling, dripping, and I keep me a TEC |
Before the Migos, I was in the bando |
And my youngins steppin' just like a dancefloor |
With the chopper on me, bitch, I feel like Rambo |
Mob shit like we Sopranos |
I ain’t trusting no bitch, these bitches not worth it |
Fuck the laws 'cause them bitches always do me dirty |
I’m ballin' too hard, nigga, throw me a jersey |
You get shot in your head if you try to approach me (Ayy) |
I just splashed up and made a fast ten (It's Peso) |
Do a drive-by in a black Benz |
And I just broke on a Mexican |
And a white bitch and her black friend (Bitch) |
Everywhere I go, I get it in (I get it in) |
I’m tryna make a hundred thousand times ten (Ayy) |
In a black Chevelle with my man Miguel |
My enemies don’t even get a chance to yell (No) |
Got five screens in your '86 Rivi'? |
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy |
Do you flip Snow White quick, fast, in a jiffy? |
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy |
When you buy new tennies, do you spend one fifty? |
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy |
Do you smoke Swisher Sweets, or do you smoke Phillies? |
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy |
Song tags: #Wiggy