Jiggy In Brazil

[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 X)
Agora o 212 VIP exala no corpo do pai

[Chorus: Sha EK, Bandmanrill, Sha EK & Bandmanrill]
I can't trust niggas
One day niggas 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 nigga 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 niggas
You run up, you get sent to the stars, gang, gang, gang
I can't trust niggas
One day niggas cool, then it's lit
We was just spinnin' the opps together
Wе was smokin' and tradin' our grips
I think they mad 'cause a nigga got rich
I don't got poles on that dirty-ass strip
Whеn 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 niggas (Ayy, look, look)
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]
Swaq 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 nigga 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 nigga wobble
He gon' clip a nigga, come try to
I'm in the hood with a AK
In the Welly, this shit like a payday (On bro)
And they love when I'm screamin' that ayy, ayy
I got a bitch, but she not the bae-bae
Bro shoot, his aim like grade A
Get low, wait, you better stay-stay
Get fussin', this shit a fake face
Bet, bustin', look, ayy

[Chorus: Sha EK]
I can't trust niggas
One day niggas 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 nigga 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 niggas
You run up, you get sent to the stars, gang, gang, gang
I can't trust niggas
One day niggas 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 nigga 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 niggas
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