Gigga D

(album: I'm Still Here - 2011)

[Young Chi & Spanky:]
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!

[Spanky:]
Bitch, it's Spanky show me my opponent
Anyone it is a bad, I vomit
Cause they straight harmless like they handicapped yeah
There fucking 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 chilling like a bum
Tryna get some, you'll never be on top
You worthless like a flip flop
Yeah, we just wilding here, styling
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
Pulling your hair out cause I'm the best shit out like straight
Fuck your coach

[Young Chi & Spanky:]
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!
Running through this clique and we going click clack pow
Running in this facility where are ya'll going do now
Nothing, ya'll stuck on the island
While me and Spanky sipping [?], just wilding
Oops, I mean Jack and we gotta six pack of some of that
Better get your fucking strap, cause I got my fucking 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!