Jigsaw Lyrics

Jigsaw Lyrics

(Tay Keith, f**k these niggas up)

Ayy, I don't f**k with niggas 'cause these niggas act like hoes
Yeah, homicide gang, Rolls suicide doors
Uh, heater on my waist and my heart so cold
I'm a big dog (Yeah)
This b**ch say she want some Glizock on her lip gloss (b**ch)
My b**ch b**chin' 'bout another b**ch, I cut that b**ch off
They like, "Boy, you crazy," spent six figures on a wristwatch (Yeah)
Cutthroat La Familia, I'm the point guard like Chris Paul (Chris Paul, b**ch)
Paper Route business, I'll smoke you like a menthol (Menthol, b**ch)
If a nigga try to take some sh*t from me, I cut his wrist off (Yeah)

Uh, fly nigga with that bag, yeah, my b**ch Miss Claus (Uh)
I cop yellow diamonds every time they have me p**sed off (Yeah)
I thought I told you once before, baby, I'm a big dog (Roof)
These niggas tryna play games, okay, I'm the Jigsaw (Jigsaw, okay)
Ayy, these niggas wanna play games, I'ma get 'em picked off
Motherf**k the fame, tryna let this sh*t keep gettin' tall (Yeah)
I thought I told you once before, I make plays like Chris Paul (Yeah)
I had to let this lil' b**ch go because she make my dick soft (Yeah)
I had to let these niggas know they ain't f**kin' with me at all (Uh)
Yeah, I be pourin' fours on top of fours and I still stand tall (Wock', yeah)
And tell these niggas get up off my dick, that's they b**ch job (b**ch job, stupid)
Tell these niggas get up off my dick 'cause that's they b**ch job (b**ch job, ayy, ayy, nah, for real though)
Tell these niggas get up off my dick, yeah, that's your b**ch job

Ayy, I don't f**k with niggas 'cause these niggas act like hoes
Yeah, homicide gang, Rolls suicide doors (Skrrt, skrrt)
Uh, heater on my waist and my heart so cold (Baow)
(Uh, heater on my waist and my heart so cold)
I'm a big dog (Roof)
This b**ch say she want some Glizock on her lip gloss (Yeah)
My b**ch b**chin' 'bout another b**ch, I cut that b**ch off (Yeah)
They like "Boy, you crazy," spent six figures on a wristwatch (Yeah)
Cutthroat La Familia, I'm the point guard like Chris Paul (Chris Paul, yeah)
Paper Route business, I'll smoke you like a menthol (Menthol, on my mama)
If a nigga try to take some sh*t from me, I cut his wrist off (Wrist off)

Glizock
Yeah