Gigging - Yvie Oddly

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, no-no 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 'em

But I’m on PrEP, bitch I got debt, and I ain’t 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

Another wig, another gig, hella big

Another club, another flight, same night

Gotta bag packed with my tips and my swag

Getting paid to keep it painted like Kryolan

Letting them know that I only came to gig it

So we can’t speak, if you’re just trying to kick it

The world is a a vault, and I 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