[Intro]
[Man it's a struggle
Gotta get it how you can get it
Get it how you live n*gga
Heh]

[Hook 1]
Wigglin'
I'm at it again
After them ends i'm trappin' again
Wigglin'
Fresh out the pen
Fosho the light in the benz
Yea them stock rims

[Verse 1]
Wigglin'
I'm alert on the block
I always swerve 'round cops
Know who to serve and who not
Wigglin'
If not crystal is dropped
All my exotic is top
Got switches on all my Glocks
Wigglin'
I got a big money scheme
Bigger than gate dreams
My motto is take G'z
Blaze keys and bake keys
On the B straight beast never stop when thеy say freeze
They sprayin' it(?) for my ankles
But i filеd for full discovery, picked twelve and then i spanked them
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
I'd rather be broke than be a mark-ass snitch
I just fuck with the typa n*ggas that ride on the law
Pistol pop off, providers for the low
Fuck Microsoft, microwave it when it's raw
Transport it on the low
In the bumpers of the four
If see that ghetto hawk
You hear the bazooka spit
I grind too hard to chalk it up and abandon ship
The bando hittin' licks, never trick on a bitch
Off the hook like a fish, like snot a n*gga slick
[Hook 1]
Wigglin'
I'm at it again
After them ends i'm trappin' again
Wigglin'
We back to back in the benz
It's really death before dishonor
Had to crack on my man

[Verse 2]
Wigglin'
I'm talkin' validatin' gang ties since yea high
Type to kill and die behind these gang signs
Wigglin'
You askin' why are you mainline
Glicky with extensions on that thang havin' hang time
Wigglin'
Hey breathe on me got the same line
Get a n*gga corner-back blitzed over facetime
Straight slime
Nah we ain't worried 'bout no sprite
They wantin' forty-five a brick
But we ain't worried 'bout the price
No canaries for the ice
These fifty-pointers baby
Real children of the slums
We was on 'em corners main'ing
If you ain't taking trips, then endorse us with the yankees
Half the hood boolin'
But my portion of it brazy on B team
Lookin' like it's bristons with these red and these green beams
Resume impeccable
That's something i keep clean
Mando
Nighters in the bandos
Send them dope fiends the big fire for that MO
Suckas ain't gonna tell you about that business we stand on
They know whaddup
Champagne bottles let 'em know it's us
Fella, if you let me tell it
Ain't nobody roll me up
PSI platinum, welcome home to the homie blood
[Hook 1]
Wigglin'
I'm at it again
After them ends i'm trappin' again
Wigglin'
We back to back in the benz
It's really death before dishonor
Had to crack on my man
Wigglin'
I'm talkin' validatin' gang ties since yea high
Type to kill and die behind these gang signs
Wigglin'
You askin' why are you mainline
Glicky with extensions on that thang havin' hang time
Wigglin'
Hey breathe on me got the same line
Get a n*gga corner-backed blitzed over facetime
Hey breathe on it, get a n*gga corner-backed blizted...

[duh duh duh duh duh duh duh
Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh]

[Hook 2]
Roll call
Where my roll dawgs
Whoa whoa
I got the snowballs
I got the popsicles for the low on call
I got the plenty chopsticks to p the road the laws
Yeah big B'z where the whoops at
Gotta check playing rag on a huge strap
Red rollie face with the red stones
In his red five 'vetti with the red bones
[Verse 3]
Red brome with the red spokes on the daytons
Bending corners chuckin' lanes do 'em brazy
Baby on my bumper sayin' she a blue rag
But she wanna blood chop with a lotta blue cash
Flame gang tell these n*ggas what you really bleed
Know exactly what i'm on when i chuck it up
I was hanging out the left
If you a real blood
Can't get em boys the keys they gon' fuck it up
Pull up at the rose bowl
Hop out the red rose hit the toe
Red clothes
Lil bro bro don't go there
Ima dawg beware
Stay safe and dangerous
Like pasadena bears
On them john mayer mustang
Rips really bang
PHS bulldogs flamed up like lanes
On the gang
I ain't never been jumped in
I was puttin' work in
Dippin in (?)
Cadillac gucci (?)
El dorado terrainin'(?)
Posted up when (?) was a baby
Miss ray ray, rodney
Smoking stitches constantly
Pasadena chalkin' it
Chokin' on the chocolate
Need an ET bitch
Five hundred for the zip
Twenty for the gram
Forty just for the stick
On the clique
High power wolfin' get you chipped
Hit 'em let 'em know the real ones still exist

[Hook 2]
Roll call
Where my roll dawgs
Whoa whoa
I got the snowballs
I got the popsicles for the low on call
I got the plenty chopsticks to p the road the laws
Yeah big B'z where the whoops at
Gotta chick playing rag on a huge strap
Red rollie face with the red stones
In his red five 'vetti with the red bones