You could really catch me out I'm in that grey Honda
Real life Monopoly you playin, you got fake dollars
You been cryin' bout a skank bitch, that ain't yo main problem
Say a word the gang got white tees we put yo face on em
If I can get the pint then I'ma die coppin
Davey do you hear me, if I can't then I'ma die coppin
I really seen some shit before that got my eyes poppin
Brodie hit me up, he need a plug, I told him Rod got em
The shit I copped it really punchin, got the pot boxin
I'm face f*ckin I got her on her knees and now she lock jawin
He really tried to set the play and then I cock blocked him
Now he chillin with his ugly bitch, he got his thot bummin
Like why you really come around if you ain't cop nothin
You know when I hop inside the whip that I'ma pop somethin
A perk 30 to the face, that's if the cop's comin
Yo ex bitch, she really suckin dick, I told her ride somethin
Bitch we done and now yo ride comin
I just hit the f*ckin mall cause I'ma die stuntin
Seen you in the mall but you a tourist you ain't buy nothin
This a pape race, you last place cause I'ma outrun him
Like shut the f*ck up you got your mouth runnin
Pulled up so many f*ckin times I think we outspun em
You like a donut when we slide and drop a whole dozen
Just like them bitches in the club cause we be pole clutchin
I ain't from Pittsburgh but I just stole somethin
You the type the bitch to flake I'm bout to fold somethin
You a hoe you need exterminated, call me Bob Duncan
I know you a bitch you just the type to be the roll blunter
Bitch I mean the blunt roller
Beating dunes I think this yo bitch so I'ma f*ck slower
If that was me then you'd be dead but you gon' duck motion
Leave her ass alone she comin back and got her back broken
Left a kid inside her gut cause this a whack trojan
I just need my ass a pint so I can slump over
I really scam I got like three cards I told em' f*ck poker
Steve Austin when I'm in the trap cause I'm a real stoner
If you see me trippin bout a bitch that's just the old me
I might be trippin bout the weed cause I'm a dope fein
If I'm dying you gon see me sippin on some codeine
I'ma be fine lil brodie talkin hot but he got cold feet
That Boy Jiggy - Die Coppin Lyrics
That Boy Jiggy - Die Coppin Lyrics
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You could really catch me out I'm in that grey Honda
Real life Monopoly you playin, you got fake dollars
You been cryin' bout a skank bitch, that ain't yo main problem
Say a word the gang got white tees we put yo face on em
If I can get the pint then I'ma die coppin
Davey do you hear me, if I can't then I'ma die coppin
I really seen some shit before that got my eyes poppin
Brodie hit me up, he need a plug, I told him Rod got em
The shit I copped it really punchin, got the pot boxin
I'm face f*ckin I got her on her knees and now she lock jawin
He really tried to set the play and then I cock blocked him
Now he chillin with his ugly bitch, he got his thot bummin
Like why you really come around if you ain't cop nothin
You know when I hop inside the whip that I'ma pop somethin
A perk 30 to the face, that's if the cop's comin
Yo ex bitch, she really suckin dick, I told her ride somethin
Bitch we done and now yo ride comin
I just hit the f*ckin mall cause I'ma die stuntin
Seen you in the mall but you a tourist you ain't buy nothin
This a pape race, you last place cause I'ma outrun him
Like shut the f*ck up you got your mouth runnin
Pulled up so many f*ckin times I think we outspun em
You like a donut when we slide and drop a whole dozen
Just like them bitches in the club cause we be pole clutchin
I ain't from Pittsburgh but I just stole somethin
You the type the bitch to flake I'm bout to fold somethin
You a hoe you need exterminated, call me Bob Duncan
I know you a bitch you just the type to be the roll blunter
Bitch I mean the blunt roller
Beating dunes I think this yo bitch so I'ma f*ck slower
If that was me then you'd be dead but you gon' duck motion
Leave her ass alone she comin back and got her back broken
Left a kid inside her gut cause this a whack trojan
I just need my ass a pint so I can slump over
I really scam I got like three cards I told em' f*ck poker
Steve Austin when I'm in the trap cause I'm a real stoner
If you see me trippin bout a bitch that's just the old me
I might be trippin bout the weed cause I'm a dope fein
If I'm dying you gon see me sippin on some codeine
I'ma be fine lil brodie talkin hot but he got cold feet
Real life Monopoly you playin, you got fake dollars
You been cryin' bout a skank bitch, that ain't yo main problem
Say a word the gang got white tees we put yo face on em
If I can get the pint then I'ma die coppin
Davey do you hear me, if I can't then I'ma die coppin
I really seen some shit before that got my eyes poppin
Brodie hit me up, he need a plug, I told him Rod got em
The shit I copped it really punchin, got the pot boxin
I'm face f*ckin I got her on her knees and now she lock jawin
He really tried to set the play and then I cock blocked him
Now he chillin with his ugly bitch, he got his thot bummin
Like why you really come around if you ain't cop nothin
You know when I hop inside the whip that I'ma pop somethin
A perk 30 to the face, that's if the cop's comin
Yo ex bitch, she really suckin dick, I told her ride somethin
Bitch we done and now yo ride comin
I just hit the f*ckin mall cause I'ma die stuntin
Seen you in the mall but you a tourist you ain't buy nothin
This a pape race, you last place cause I'ma outrun him
Like shut the f*ck up you got your mouth runnin
Pulled up so many f*ckin times I think we outspun em
You like a donut when we slide and drop a whole dozen
Just like them bitches in the club cause we be pole clutchin
I ain't from Pittsburgh but I just stole somethin
You the type the bitch to flake I'm bout to fold somethin
You a hoe you need exterminated, call me Bob Duncan
I know you a bitch you just the type to be the roll blunter
Bitch I mean the blunt roller
Beating dunes I think this yo bitch so I'ma f*ck slower
If that was me then you'd be dead but you gon' duck motion
Leave her ass alone she comin back and got her back broken
Left a kid inside her gut cause this a whack trojan
I just need my ass a pint so I can slump over
I really scam I got like three cards I told em' f*ck poker
Steve Austin when I'm in the trap cause I'm a real stoner
If you see me trippin bout a bitch that's just the old me
I might be trippin bout the weed cause I'm a dope fein
If I'm dying you gon see me sippin on some codeine
I'ma be fine lil brodie talkin hot but he got cold feet
Writer: That Jiggy
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