Jit Trippin

I told my last bitch that we going to the war You done annoyed me bitch, i'm boutta call my guard I blocked her on the gram, she texts in telegram My bro's be outside standing with some AR Them digits on my mind So you know i'm going up Big boy money, nigga big boy lungz I'm rolling on some May Thai smoking runtz Big boy money, nigga big boy lungz I'm pushin letter S cuz Saino got no stops You're irrelevant, why you aint dropping in some months Got my 3d cover done in a hour, i ain't got to pay for art I just put ur unreleased and make a quick buck These bagguetes diamonds make me fucking nervous when they drop Aye I'm siping on og and make me roll the blunt I'm siping on og and make me roll the blunt I'm siping on og and make me roll the blunt I'm siping on og, make me scroll ig Make me pick a hoe just to flurt and to pop a bean They're countin up my L's but they forgot that i could win My first letter L, then goes E, Saino Freedoni Bought some more cc's, not no shoes, with some fucking green And i hop out bentley bee, with a gin, do the dash then flee