Dee Watkins – Bad Ass Jit Lyrics

Aye I dont really know how you niggas feeling
Or whats ups with you niggas
But know what I'm saying I'm a different breed

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

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 cut 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 and since I was a jit
Had a plan and I made it make sense
I was broke hand to go and get it fixed
Let me tell you a little story about a bad ass jit

I was trippin' 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 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
Run 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 f*ck 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

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 cut 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 and since I was a jit
Had a plan and I made it make sense
I was broke hand to go and get it fixed
Let me tell you a little story about a bad ass jit

Why the f*ck these pussy niggas acting like they know me
I don't want your time baby I just wanna rollie
Since you said you love me bae don't say it come and show me
F*ck all the excuses nigga pay me what you owe me
Critics telling lies trying to kill a nigga slowly
You gon' f*ck around and make me go back to the old me
Had to cut them off 'cause that nigga ain't my homie
You know you ain't my bitch so why the f*ck you all up on me
Lame ass niggas tryna diss me for the clout
If you ain't fucking 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 nigga, 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

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 cut 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 and since I was a jit
Had a plan and I made it make sense
I was broke hand to go and get it fixed
Let me tell you a little story about a bad ass jit