Bad Ass Jit lyrics

[Intro]
Ahh, ayy, I don't really know how you n*ggas feeling or what’s up wit' you n*ggas
But, you know what I'm saying, I’m a different breed, you know?
I ain't rocking like you n*ggas, you feel me?
But this that Florida sh*t, though, you know what I'm saying?
Real Florida jit, you feel me?
Look (Rocktee 'bout to run it up)

[Chorus]
I'm straight, I'm cool on that b*tch
I was thirteen when I hit my first lick
I been staying out the way, I can't get caught up in the mix
So keep that sh*t from 'round me if it ain’t gon’ make me rich
I knew that I'd make it ever since I was a jit, uh
Had a plan, then I made it make sense, uh
I was broke, I had to go and get a fix
Let me tell you a lil’ story 'bout a bad ass jit

[Verse 1]
I was trappin' in the streets and in the class, too
That n*gga say he got a bag, I got a bag, too
You got some fame, now you out here acting brand new
But I'm cool on you, baby, I done had you
Don’t be worried about these n*ggas, get that cash, boo
She asked me why I cut her off, 'cause, b*tch, I had to
I like my b*tches red bone and my cash blue
I'm in love with that money, got a cash flu, yeah, yeah
Runnin' 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 'round with no shoes like a monkey
Posting on the block day and night like a junkie
Still remember when them pus*y n*ggas came and jumped me
Guess them n*ggas mad 'cause they b*tches wanna f*ck me
I ain't have that pistol on me, n*gga, so you lucky
I got it on me now, I dare a n*gga try to touch me
[Chorus]
But I'm straight, I'm cool on that b*tch
I was thirteen when I hit my first lick
I been staying out the way, I can't get caught up in the mix
So keep that sh*t from 'round me if it ain't gon' make me rich
I knew that I'd make it ever since I was a jit
Had a plan, then I made it make sense
I was broke, I had to go and get a fix
Let me tell you a lil' story 'bout a bad ass jit (Uh, uh)

[Verse 2]
Why the f*ck these pus*y n*ggas acting like they know me?
I don't want your time, baby, I just want a Rollie
Since you said you love me, bae, don't say it, come and show me
f*ck all the excuses, n*gga, pay me what you owe me
Critics telling lies, trying to kill a n*gga slowly
You gon' f*ck around and make me go back to the old me
Had to cut 'em off 'cause that n*gga ain't my homie
You know you ain't my b*tch, so why the f*ck you all up on me?
Lame-ass n*ggas tryna diss me for the clout
If you ain't f*cking 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 n*gga, I just bettered myself
How the f*ck you helping them but you ain't helping yourself?
Like, how the f*ck you blessing them and you ain't blessing yourself?
Don't worry about them people, boy, you stressing yourself
[Chorus]
But I'm straight, I'm cool on that b*tch
I was thirteen when I hit my first lick
I been staying out the way, I can't get caught up in the mix
So keep that sh*t from 'round me if it ain't gon' make me rich
I knew that I'd make it ever since I was a jit
Had a plan, then I made it make sense
I was broke, I had to go and get a fix
Let me tell you a lil' story 'bout a bad ass jit

[Outro]
Rocktee 'bout to run it up