Bad Ass Jit

(Aye I don't really know how you niggas feeling

Or whats up with you niggas

But know what I'm saying I'm a different breed

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)

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

I was 13 when I hit my first lick

I be staying out the way I can't get cut 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 and since I was a jit

Had a plan and I made it make sense

I was broke hand to go and get it fixed

Let me tell you a little story about a bad ass jit

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 acting brand new

But I'm cool on your 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

Run 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 around 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 fuck me

I ain't have a pistol on me nigga so you're lucky

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

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

I was 13 when I hit my first lick

I be staying out the way I can't get cut 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 and since I was a jit

Had a plan and I made it make sense

I was broke hand to go and get it fixed

Let me tell you a little story about a bad ass jit

Why the fuck these pussy niggas acting like they know me

I don't want your time baby I just wanna rollie

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

Fuck all the excuses nigga pay me what you owe me

Critics telling lies trying to kill a nigga slowly

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

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

You know you ain't my bitch so why the fuck you all up on me

Lame ass niggas tryna diss me for the clout

If you ain't fucking 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 fuck you helping them but you ain't helping yourself

Like how the fuck you blessing them and you ain't blessing yourself

Don't worry about them people boy you stressing yourself

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

I was 13 when I hit my first lick

I be staying out the way I can't get cut 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 and since I was a jit

Had a plan and I made it make sense

I was broke hand to go and get it fixed

Let me tell you a little story about a bad ass jit