Bad Ass Jit (Remix)

[Intro]

Aye, I don't really know how you niggas feeling

Or what's up wit you niggas

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

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

Look

[Chorus: Dee Watkins]

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 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

[Verse 1: Dee Watkins]

I was trappin' 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 out here 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

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 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

[Chorus:Dee Watkins]

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 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

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]

Lemme tell you a lil a story bout a snotty nose kid (Who dat?)

He grew up piss poor with big dreams to get rich

He mastered my streets, and learned how to dodge the pigs

And I like my bitch chocolate, and thick

I grew up with priorities to always put my family first

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

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

So what I did to ease the pain, drink a lot of syrup (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Mother fuck the opps, put em in the dirt (Yeah, yeah)

First thing first, put em on a shirt

The lil nigga in the neighborhood with the work (Dolph)

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

Bitches throwing they panties at me like I'm [?]

I created my own wave, [?] surf

I count my first milli, running through them bags of purp

I smoke a blunt before walk to church

[Chorus:Dee Watkins]

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 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