Gigging

Gigging, I give it
Gigging, so when I get it
I stay gigging, they be wigging
From City to city, slay, I’m living

Lights, Camera, Action
Welcome to the show
Gritty kitties only, nono basic hoes
Call me Pam Handle, cuz’ I’m living on the road
Call you when I can babe, but I gotta gig and go

I hit the stage, I drop it low and then I split it
Sweep up the dollars like the crumbs up in my kitchen
I freak you out the way, I pick ’em up and lick them
But I’m on PrEP, bitch I’ve got debt, and I’m not chicken

Gigging, I give it
Gigging, so when I get it
I stay gigging, they be wigging
From City to city, slay, I’m living

I work hard, but party harder
Sweaty bodies, dirty dollars
Bending backwards, thottin’, boppin’
Music pumping, never stopping
Nother gig, nother wig, hella big
Nother flight, nother club, same night (Gaga)
Gotta bag packed with my tips and my swag
Getting paid to keep it painted like Kryolan (How odd)

Let’em know that I only came to gig it
So we can’t speak, if you just tryna kick it
The world is a vault and I’ve got it on lock
I’ve got a big mouth, so fuck a small talk
I got no time, so I can’t be clocked
But my time is coming like I fucked my watch

Gigging, I give it
Gigging, so when I get it
I stay gigging, they be wigging
From City to city, slay, I’m living