Jit / Juke

Ho, I got my cell phone ringin', nowadays it's hard to get me

Nine times out of ten, if you ballin' then you busy

Sippin' Henney, sippin' Rémy like it's Chrissy

And I pop that champagne like it's my birthday, really it's a Wednesday

All about the benjis, I've been gone all year

Came back, I swear you niggas ain't done moved an inch or centi

Mind movin' like a semi, pop pop pop, the truth is

I feel like masseuses when I back off in this bitch, I feel the tension

Ho, you've got your hand out, what that mean, like gimmie?

What you need your ass, a penny? Better off askin' for kidneys

I know thug ass niggas that'll run in your house

You lock the door, you lock the window, they gon' come down the chimney

Skinny nigga but I walk inside this bitch like Dikimbe

I'm the Laurent St., I keep a angel face with me

You got your hand out, ho, again, what that mean, like gimme?

What you need you, a penny? Better off askin' for kidneys

If a bitch don’t suck my dick, I swear that shit just offend me

Ho, I'm really from Detroit, I went to Cass and not Renni

Actin' like you can't die tonight, what, you gon' come back like Kenny?

I roll up spazzin' like Timmy, hand is attached to the benjis

Atta-tached to the benjis, not attached to these feelings

I don't love these hoes, I'd rather fuck me a million, I mean it

If I said it, I mean it

If I said it, I mean it

If I said it, I mean it

Nigga, I be the most imitated, my crib renovated

My old bitch assessin', my new bitch is waitin'

Just like a doctor with my operation

I got me my check-up but still got no patience

All of these texts and calls I'm not takin'

My phone overflowin', that shit can get drainin'

I signed up with Ye, and he just explained it

How we gotta get it like Jay-Z and Damon

Did back in the year that they came in

Stuck between a ROC

And the G.O.O.D. place is where I'm remainin'

Bitch, it's finally famous

What you doing today I could do before breakfast

Young nigga T-rexing

My old bitch wish that she would've got pregnant

Tryna be the first lady because

My wrist won a presidential election

Bitch, and I hope you offended

I said it, I meant it, I hope that recorded

I just broke a Guinness

I flew in from Italy through the Pacific

Shout out to Kourtney, Kim, Khloe and Scott Disick

When you see my pretty face, shut the fuck up and kiss it

And just know that my hands

Atta-tached to the benjis, not attached to these feelings

I don't love these hoes

I'd rather fuck me a million, I mean it

If I said it, I mean it

If I said it, I mean it

If I said it, I mean it

It's goin' down, down in the earliest round

And baby, we'll be goin' down swingin'

I'll be your number one with a bullet

I've got a loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

It's goin' down, down in the earliest round

And baby, we'll be goin' down swingin'

I'll be your number one with a bullet

I've got the safety off, cocked back, ready to pull it