Jiggy In Brazil lyrics

[Intro]
Se falar que ama, eu tô mentindo
Menina, eu sou artista, focado e capacitado em tacar forte nas novinha' (MC, make another hit)
Eu já sofri por amor, mas não sofro mais (Project, project X)
Agora o 212 VIP exala no corpo do pai

[Chorus: Sha EK, Bandmanrill, Sha EK & Bandmanrill]
I can't trust n*ggas, one day n*ggas cool, then it's lit
We was just spinnin' the opps together, we was smokin' and tradin' our grips
I think they mad 'cause a n*gga got rich, I don't got poles on that dirty-ass strip
When you grindin' and tryna get it out the mud, they gon' act like they want you to win
I thank God that I made it this far, I could've been locked up behind bars
On gang, I'm not playin' with n*ggas, You run up, you get sent to the stars, gang, gang, gang
I can't trust n*ggas, one day n*ggas cool, then it's lit
We was just spinnin' the opps togethеr, we was smokin' and tradin' our grips
I think they mad 'cause a n*gga got rich, I don't got polеs on that dirty-ass strip
When you grindin' and tryna get it out the mud, they gon' act like they want you to win
I thank God that I made it this far, I could've been locked up behind bars
On gang, I'm not playin' with n*ggas, You run up, you get sent to the stars, gang, gang, gang

[Bridge: Bandmanrill]
Ayy, goddamn
Look, goddamn
Look, goddamn
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn
[Verse: Bandmanrill]
[?] gon' slide, gon' scoop in that van, that been the homie before all the fans
Outside, Glock in the pants, outside, look, wait
I'm on the block, put the Glock to the shoulder, he only tough for the 'net, he a poser
Bro fifteen tryna slide in a Rover, my n*gga said, "It ain't done 'til it's over," wait
Diss on the 'net, then they copped a bottle, bro type of clock, goin' full throttle
Hit his body, watch a n*gga wobble, he gon' clip a n*gga, come try to
I'm in the hood with a AK, In the Welly, this sh*t like a payday (On bro)
And they love when I'm screamin' that ayy, ayy, I got a b*tch, but she not the bae-bae
Bro shoot, his aim like grade A, get low, wait, you better stay-stay
Get fussin', this sh*t a fake face, bet, bustin', look, ayy

[Chorus: Sha EK]
I can't trust n*ggas, one day n*ggas cool, then it's lit
We was just spinnin' the opps together, we was smokin' and tradin' our grips
I think they mad 'cause a n*gga got rich, I don't got poles on that dirty-ass strip
When you grindin' and tryna get it out the mud, they gon' act like they want you to win
I thank God that I made it this far, I could've been locked up behind bars
On gang, I'm not playin' with n*ggas, You run up, you get sent to the stars, gang, gang, gang
I can't trust n*ggas, one day n*ggas cool, then it's lit
We was just spinnin' the opps together, we was smokin' and tradin' our grips
I think they mad 'cause a n*gga got rich, I don't got poles on that dirty-ass strip
When you grindin' and tryna get it out the mud, they gon' act like they want you to win
I thank God that I made it this far, I could've been locked up behind bars
On gang, I'm not playin' with n*ggas, You run up, you get sent to the stars, gang, gang, gang

[Outro]
Watch me pop it like a pro
Watch me pop it like a pro
Watch me pop it like a pro
Watch me pop it, watch me pop it