Bad Ass Jit (Remix)

Ahh, ay, I don't really know how you **** feeling or what's up wit' you ****

But, you know what I'm saying, I'm a different breed, you know?

I ain't rocking like you ****, you feel me?

But this that Florida shit, though, you know what I'm saying?

Real Florida jit, you feel me?

Look (Rocktee 'bout to run it up)

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

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 shit 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

I was trappin' in the streets and in the class, too

That **** 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 ****, 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

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 pussy **** came and jumped me

Guess them **** mad 'cause they bitches wanna fuck me

I ain't have that pistol on me, ****, so you lucky

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

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

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 shit 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)

Let me tell you a lil' story 'bout a snotty nose kid

He grew up piss poor with big dreams to get rich

They mastermind streets and learned how to dodge the pigs

And I like my bitch chocolate and thick

I grew with priorities though, always put my family first

Never had my heart broke by a bitch because I knew my worth

But I had my heart broke by my dog, and that shit hurt

So what I do to ease the pain? Drink a lot of syrup

Motherfuck the opps, put 'em in the dirt

First thing first, put 'em on a shirt

That lil' **** in the neighborhood with the work

Catch a box for me, bitch, and I'll buy you a purse

Bitches throwing they panties at me like I'm Gerald Levert

I created my own wave and learned how to surf

I count my first million running through them bags of purp

I smoke a blunt before I walk in church

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

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 shit 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