Jwett lyrics

[Intro]
(MIA JAY C)
CM3
Skilla, you make crack music, let's get back to it
Ha, hm

[Chorus]
I ain't met a n*gga like me yet (Ayy)
Next season attire, I get flyer than a private jet (Ha)
Every day, I put that sh*t on like I got the jwett (I got the jwett on)
Pistol in the club with me, actin' like I'm not a threat, ayy
Don't touch this dog with your hand, this is not a pet, ayy
Seventy thousand on my wrist, could've got a 'Vette, ayy
You got your gun, it look cool, you is not a threat, ayy
n*ggas wouldn't shoot a move, you is not a threat, ayy

[Verse 1]
If you put that pus*y on me, yeah, I got your rent, baby
You can't tell I'm rich as hell, where your common sense, baby?
Told my plug, "Shaq attack," I'm tryna shoot a brick
Brought her through the hood, all the bad b*tches want a trench baby (Ayy)
I got my gun in the club like I'm Ja Morant
In the trap, talkin' to that dog like I'm Kyla Pratt (What's up, baby?)
Every n*gga in here steppin' on it like this house a frat (Ha)
I don't smoke weed, but I smoke n*ggas, now who tryna match? Hm, ayy
[Chorus]
I ain't met a n*gga like me yet (Ha)
Next season attire, I get flyer than a private jet (Ha)
Every day, I put that sh*t on like I got the jwett (Like I got the jwett)
Pistol in the club with me, actin' like I'm not a threat (Ayy)
Don't touch this dog with your hand, this is not a pet, ayy
Seventy thousand on my wrist, could've got a 'Vette, ayy
Got a gun, it look cool, you is not a threat, ayy
n*ggas wouldn't shoot a move, you is not a threat, ayy

[Verse 2]
He ain't got sh*t in his pocket, but some f*ckin' lint, baby
I just made a hundred thousand, put up every cent, baby
You ever heard real jewelry? Sound like this, baby
I probably wasn't in the club if I ain't have my blick, baby
If I see the wrong n*gga, I'ma probably face him (Ha)
I probably wasn't in the club if they didn't pay me (Uh-uh)
f*ck me like a pornstar, my lil' b*tch thick as cakey (Ha)
I'm knee deep in the streets, only God can save me, hey (Ha)

[Chorus]
I ain't met a n*gga like me yet (Uh-uh)
Next season attire, I get flyer than a private jet
Every day, I put that sh*t on like I got the jwett
Pistol in the club with me, actin' like I'm not a threat (Ayy)
Don't touch this dog with your hand, this is not a pet, ayy
Seventy thousand on my wrist, could've got a 'Vette, ayy
Got a gun, it look cool, you is not a threat, ayy
n*ggas wouldn't shoot a move, you is not a threat, ayy
[Verse 3]
(Ha, ha, hah, ha)
My whole team come in swingin' sticks, we is not the Mets, ayy
(Ha, hah)
All my n*ggas put that sh*t on like we got the jwett, ayy
(Ha, hm, for real)
I throw them bullets from a far, n*gga, I'm not Brett, ayy
(Ha, ha, hah)
Pistol tucked, they can't see it, actin' like I'm not a threat, ayy
(Haha, uh, ha)
I'm in that Demon engine screamin' 'til it's out of breathe, ayy
(Ha, ha)
Mind my business, handle business 'cause I'm 'bout my check, ayy
(Ha, ha, hah)
Played my cards right, I got the lowest numbers on deck, ayy