Bad Ass Jit

[Intro]

Ahh, ayy, I don't really know how you niggas feeling or what's up wit' you niggas

But, you know what I'm saying, I'm a different breed, you know?

I ain't rocking like you niggas, you feel me?

But this that Florida shit, though, you know what I'm saying?

Real Florida jit, you feel me?

Look (Rocktee 'bout to run it up)

[Chorus]

I'm straight, I'm cool on that bitch

I was thirteen when I hit my first lick

I been staying out the way, I can't get caught up in the mix

So keep that shit from 'round me if it ain't gon' make me rich

I knew that I'd make it ever since I was a jit, uh

Had a plan, then I made it make sense, uh

I was broke, I had to go and get a fix

Let me tell you a lil' story 'bout a bad ass jit

[Verse 1]

I was trappin' in the streets and in the class, too

That nigga say he got a bag, I got a bag, too

You got some fame, now you out here acting brand new

But I'm cool on you, baby, I done had you

Don't be worried about these niggas, get that cash, boo

She asked me why I cut her off, 'cause, bitch, I had to

I like my bitches red bone and my cash blue

I'm in love with that money, got a cash flu, yeah, yeah

Runnin' up a check, I used serve on the front street

She just see a bag, I know she don't really want me

I was running 'round with no shoes like a monkey

Posting on the block day and night like a junkie

Still remember when them pussy niggas came and jumped me

Guess them niggas mad 'cause they bitches wanna **** me

I ain't have that pistol on me, nigga, so you lucky

I got it on me now, I dare a nigga try to touch me

[Chorus]

But I'm straight, I'm cool on that bitch

I was thirteen when I hit my first lick

I been staying out the way, I can't get caught up in the mix

So keep that shit from 'round me if it ain't gon' make me rich

I knew that I'd make it ever since I was a jit

Had a plan, then I made it make sense

I was broke, I had to go and get a fix

Let me tell you a lil' story 'bout a bad ass jit (Uh, uh)

[Verse 2]

Why the **** these pussy niggas acting like they know me?

I don't want your time, baby, I just want a Rollie

Since you said you love me, bae, don't say it, come and show me

**** all the excuses, nigga, pay me what you owe me

Critics telling lies, trying to kill a nigga slowly

You gon' **** around and make me go back to the old me

Had to cut 'em off 'cause that nigga ain't my homie

You know you ain't my bitch, so why the **** you all up on me?

Lame-ass niggas tryna diss me for the clout

If you ain't ****ing with me, keep my name out your mouth

I remember I was scraping change out the couch

Now I'm doing better, I done made it out the drought

But I'm still the same nigga, I just bettered myself

How the **** you helping them but you ain't helping yourself?

Like, how the **** you blessing them and you ain't blessing yourself?

Don't worry about them people, boy, you stressing yourself

[Chorus]

But I'm straight, I'm cool on that bitch

I was thirteen when I hit my first lick

I been staying out the way, I can't get caught up in the mix

So keep that shit from 'round me if it ain't gon' make me rich

I knew that I'd make it ever since I was a jit

Had a plan, then I made it make sense

I was broke, I had to go and get a fix

Let me tell you a lil' story 'bout a bad ass jit

[Outro]

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