Bad Ass Jit (Remix) Dee Watkins (Ft. Young Dolph)

[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