Gigga Dee - Dot Dot Curve

Yeah, yeah

Hahaha

Gigga dee, gigga dee, gigga dee

DDC (Bitch)

Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!)

Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!)

Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!)

Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!)

Yeah, we stunt up on them haters

Yeah, we stunt up on them hoes (Yeah)

And we fresh, I’m here to toes tags

Still up on your clothes like (Yeah)

Get gigga dee, let’s get gigga dee!

Get gigga dee, let’s get gigga dee!

Bitch, it’s Spanky show me my opponent

Anyone it is a bad, I vomit

Cause they straight harmless like they handicapped yeah

There fuckin' almost anything about, you is pointless

Bitch, I’m being honest

If you hate me still I cannot get up out your head

I got the game on lock, like a dread lock

Yeah, you chillin' like a bum

Tryna get some, you’ll never be on top

You worthless like a flip flop

Yeah, we just wildin' here, stylin'

You sound like classical, yeah, like a violin

Bitch, I’m straight violin, I’ll leave your silent

I can chop you up and you, screw you like Freddy with my machete

Leave you all bloody like spaghetti

I hope you ready cause my style is straight futuristic

Make you, bitches go ballistic

Pullin' your hair out cause I’m the best shit out like straight

Fuck your coach

Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!)

Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!)

Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!)

Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!)

Yeah, we stunt up on them haters

Yeah, we stunt up on them hoes

And we fresh, I’m here to toes tags

Still up on your clothes like

Get gigga dee, let’s get gigga dee!

Get gigga dee, let’s get gigga dee!

Yeah, Young Chi baby, bitch, no abortion

Young Chi baby, bitch, no abortion

Young Spanky baby, bitch, no distortion

Young Spanky baby, bitch, no distortion!

Runnin' through this clique and we goin' click clack pow

Runnin' in this facility where are ya’ll goin' do now

Nothing, ya’ll stuck on the island

While me and Spanky sipping, just wildin'

Oops, I mean Jack and we gotta six pack of some of that

Better get your fuckin' strap, cause I got my fuckin' mans

'Bout to blow through you dumb hoe

Might bigger I thought I told you motherfuckers before

So I’ll be launch to my planet, oops, I mean rocketship

Ya’ll niggas can’t stand it

And I crashed landed, sipping on this good drink

Young Chi motherfucker, what do you think?

Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!)

Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!)

Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!)

Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!)

Yeah, we stunt up on them haters

Yeah, we stunt up on them hoes

And we fresh, I’m here to toes tags

Still up on your clothes like

Get gigga dee, let’s get gigga dee!

Get gigga dee, let’s get gigga dee!

Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!)

Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!)

Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!)

Get gigga dee, get, get gigga dee (What?!)

Yeah, we stunt up on them haters

Yeah, we stunt up on them hoes

And we fresh, I’m here to toes tags

Still up on your clothes like

Get gigga dee, let’s get gigga dee!

Get gigga dee, let’s get gigga dee!