Bad Ass Jit

Aye I dont really know how you niggas feeling Or whats ups 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 stayin' 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 trippin' 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