I don't give a damn if you want me, huh Jigsaw on the beat, keep it low-key, huh
Got a bag in my hand like some groceries, huh O.D. on a rapper if they hold me
I feel incredible, they know I'm that Black and I'm ghetto, I spazz on the tracks
Chug on my name, I go straight on my tacks Look for the house when we passin' the pack
Serve me up, I did it once, but you can't I am not pissed, but I fang
I put that boy in the grave Turn that boy red to a stain
I do what he can and he wish he didn't I think that he goin' insane
My side chick, I know what's his name Just know that I'm touchin' the cape
Now you gon' talk in the net, and you talkin' in net But then realize you ain't sayin' shit
Yeah, she gettin' wet in the net, not makin' a stream But I'm not even talkin' bout Twitch
She move like a glitch, you gettin' these feels You clappin' your cheeks, but ain't gettin' rich
Two years of the high school, girl broke a witch Now you really jump off of a bridge, uh
Oh, she want me, okay, so I got a flex on my team
Card, she stretch it up with some keys Beat it, I know she payin' the lease
Yeah, I would kill him if he talkin' capiche Got this girl, I gave him a hand, I go teach
Make your money, I'll be back on my beat I make her moan like she bout to
Don't give a damn if you want me, huh Jigsaw on the beat, keep it low-key, huh
Got a bag in my hand like some groceries, huh OD on a rapper if they hold me, uh
I feel incredible, they knowin' that Black and I'm ghetto, I spazz on the tracks
Talk on my name, I go straight on my tacks Look for the opps when we passin' the pack
Serve me up, serve me up, serve me up Turnin' on me, you don't know enough
All of my homies, they blowin' up, blowin' up I got a girl and I hit from the back
And they already know that she blowin' us, blowin' us Don't believe me
What I get from the back And I really think that that girl showin' us
Nevertheless, if I hit what's on my head with that B
I got ice cream mixed with ice tea That's some nice things
Designer brands, rockin' Gucci Mix it with some Nike
I know she lovin' my mind and she lovin' my grind And I know that she like me
She lovin' my face and she lovin' my eyes And she likin' my braids and my puffy
Don't give a damn if you want me, huh Jigsaw on the beat, keep it low-key, huh
Got a bag in my hand like some groceries, huh OD on a rapper if they hold me, uh
I feel incredible, they knowin' that Black and I'm ghetto, I spazz on the tracks
Talk on my name, I go straight on my tacks Look for the opps when we passin' the pack
Serve me up
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I don't give a damn if you want me, huh Jigsaw on the beat, keep it low-key, huh
Got a bag in my hand like some groceries, huh O.D. on a rapper if they hold me
I feel incredible, they know I'm that Black and I'm ghetto, I spazz on the tracks
Chug on my name, I go straight on my tacks Look for the house when we passin' the pack
Serve me up, I did it once, but you can't I am not pissed, but I fang
I put that boy in the grave Turn that boy red to a stain
I do what he can and he wish he didn't I think that he goin' insane
My side chick, I know what's his name Just know that I'm touchin' the cape
Now you gon' talk in the net, and you talkin' in net But then realize you ain't sayin' shit
Yeah, she gettin' wet in the net, not makin' a stream But I'm not even talkin' bout Twitch
She move like a glitch, you gettin' these feels You clappin' your cheeks, but ain't gettin' rich
Two years of the high school, girl broke a witch Now you really jump off of a bridge, uh
Oh, she want me, okay, so I got a flex on my team
Card, she stretch it up with some keys Beat it, I know she payin' the lease
Yeah, I would kill him if he talkin' capiche Got this girl, I gave him a hand, I go teach
Make your money, I'll be back on my beat I make her moan like she bout to
Don't give a damn if you want me, huh Jigsaw on the beat, keep it low-key, huh
Got a bag in my hand like some groceries, huh OD on a rapper if they hold me, uh
I feel incredible, they knowin' that Black and I'm ghetto, I spazz on the tracks
Talk on my name, I go straight on my tacks Look for the opps when we passin' the pack
Serve me up, serve me up, serve me up Turnin' on me, you don't know enough
All of my homies, they blowin' up, blowin' up I got a girl and I hit from the back
And they already know that she blowin' us, blowin' us Don't believe me
What I get from the back And I really think that that girl showin' us
Nevertheless, if I hit what's on my head with that B
I got ice cream mixed with ice tea That's some nice things
Designer brands, rockin' Gucci Mix it with some Nike
I know she lovin' my mind and she lovin' my grind And I know that she like me
She lovin' my face and she lovin' my eyes And she likin' my braids and my puffy
Don't give a damn if you want me, huh Jigsaw on the beat, keep it low-key, huh
Got a bag in my hand like some groceries, huh OD on a rapper if they hold me, uh
I feel incredible, they knowin' that Black and I'm ghetto, I spazz on the tracks
Talk on my name, I go straight on my tacks Look for the opps when we passin' the pack
Serve me up
Got a bag in my hand like some groceries, huh O.D. on a rapper if they hold me
I feel incredible, they know I'm that Black and I'm ghetto, I spazz on the tracks
Chug on my name, I go straight on my tacks Look for the house when we passin' the pack
Serve me up, I did it once, but you can't I am not pissed, but I fang
I put that boy in the grave Turn that boy red to a stain
I do what he can and he wish he didn't I think that he goin' insane
My side chick, I know what's his name Just know that I'm touchin' the cape
Now you gon' talk in the net, and you talkin' in net But then realize you ain't sayin' shit
Yeah, she gettin' wet in the net, not makin' a stream But I'm not even talkin' bout Twitch
She move like a glitch, you gettin' these feels You clappin' your cheeks, but ain't gettin' rich
Two years of the high school, girl broke a witch Now you really jump off of a bridge, uh
Oh, she want me, okay, so I got a flex on my team
Card, she stretch it up with some keys Beat it, I know she payin' the lease
Yeah, I would kill him if he talkin' capiche Got this girl, I gave him a hand, I go teach
Make your money, I'll be back on my beat I make her moan like she bout to
Don't give a damn if you want me, huh Jigsaw on the beat, keep it low-key, huh
Got a bag in my hand like some groceries, huh OD on a rapper if they hold me, uh
I feel incredible, they knowin' that Black and I'm ghetto, I spazz on the tracks
Talk on my name, I go straight on my tacks Look for the opps when we passin' the pack
Serve me up, serve me up, serve me up Turnin' on me, you don't know enough
All of my homies, they blowin' up, blowin' up I got a girl and I hit from the back
And they already know that she blowin' us, blowin' us Don't believe me
What I get from the back And I really think that that girl showin' us
Nevertheless, if I hit what's on my head with that B
I got ice cream mixed with ice tea That's some nice things
Designer brands, rockin' Gucci Mix it with some Nike
I know she lovin' my mind and she lovin' my grind And I know that she like me
She lovin' my face and she lovin' my eyes And she likin' my braids and my puffy
Don't give a damn if you want me, huh Jigsaw on the beat, keep it low-key, huh
Got a bag in my hand like some groceries, huh OD on a rapper if they hold me, uh
I feel incredible, they knowin' that Black and I'm ghetto, I spazz on the tracks
Talk on my name, I go straight on my tacks Look for the opps when we passin' the pack
Serve me up
Writer: Darius Woodson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid