[Intro]
Ahh, ayy, 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 (Rocktee 'bout to run it up)
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
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 you, 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 'round 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 **** me
I ain't have that pistol on me, nigga, so you lucky
I got it on me now, I dare a nigga try to touch me
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
Why the **** these pussy niggas 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
**** all the excuses, nigga, pay me what you owe me
Critics telling lies, trying to kill a nigga slowly
You gon' **** around and make me go back to the old me
Had to cut 'em off 'cause that nigga ain't my homie
You know you ain't my bitch, so why the **** you all up on me?
Lame-ass niggas tryna diss me for the clout
If you ain't ****ing 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 **** you helping them but you ain't helping yourself?
Like, how the **** 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 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
[Outro]
Rocktee 'bout to run it up
Bad Ass Jit