Sickle Cell Jitt
Ill Leet, ah
Ayy
They already know this shit (They know)
I can ball hard, bitch, no assist (Let's go)
Look at my wrist, it's cold as shit (It's cold)
I can never quit, I'm so legit (I'm so)
Said she gotta go, well ho be quick (Get gone)
Look at that bih, she know she thick (To the bone)
Wipe a nigga nose, 'cause ho, I'm sick (Achoo)
Never goin' broke, cause ho, I'm rich (Cha-ching)
Homie told me "boy, it's yo season" (Yessir)
Shooters might kill a nigga for no reason (Grraow)
Used to be starvin', ho I'm eatin' (How?)
Trippin' too hard, man, bro, I'm tweakin' (Wow)
Walk up in this bih, I do my thang (Woo!)
Sickle cell jitt, had too much pain (Ooh)
Headshot whip, bitch, I blew the brain (Ooh)
They ain't play shit, bitch, I knew the game (Let's go)
Last nigga played, got hung from the ceiling (Damn)
Try to rob me, that's one in a million (Nope)
Can't hurt me, bitch I'm done with the feelings (Nope)
Can't fake me, bitch I'm one of the realest
Now I'm tryna run my dynasty (Yessir)
Run up on me, you dyin' in peace (Bow)
Act a lil fishy, get fried in grease
Don't fuck with me, I'm tryna sleep (Shh)
Last niggas tried it, bro got 'em dead (They gone)
Playboi Carti, whole lotta red (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
"Heard it's a party," that's what she said
There ain't no party, ho you the fed (Hell nah)
Ain't no fakin' what ya said, 'cause we heard it (Yessir)
I'll put paper on ya head, like a turban (Woo!)
I'ma just take a lil med, I be hurtin' (Woo!)
Ice on me, like a sled, I be surfin'
Since I was a jitt, bitch, I ran with the goons (Goons)
I'ma takeoff, I'ma land on the moon (Yuemm!)
Walk up in this bih, I'm the man of the room (I'm the man)
Big ass house, still ran outta room (Gah damn)
Ridin' with a gat, I'ma tuck it
Pullin' me back, it be crabs in the bucket
Everything I do like glue, 'cause I stuck with it
I'ma just do what I do, nigga, fuck with it (Let's go)
They already know this shit (They know)
I can ball hard, bitch, no assist (Let's go)
Look at my wrist, it's cold as shit (It's cold)
I can never quit, I'm so legit (I'm so)
Said she gotta go, well ho be quick (Get gone)
Look at that bih, she know she thick (To the bone)
Wipe a nigga nose, 'cause ho, I'm sick (Achoo)
Never goin' broke, cause ho, I'm rich (Cha-ching)
Homie told me "boy, it's yo season" (Yessir)
Shooters might kill a nigga for no reason (Grraow)
Used to be starvin', ho I'm eatin' (How?)
Trippin' too hard, man, bro, I'm tweakin' (Wow)
Walk up in this bih, I do my thang (Woo!)
Sickle cell jitt, had too much pain (Ooh)
Headshot whip, bitch, I blew the brain (Ooh)
They ain't play shit, bitch, I knew the game (Let's go)
Yessir, y'all know what the fuck goin' on man
YNE the gang
For life
Yeah, yeah, alright
Homie told me "boy, it's yo season"
Shooters might kill a nigga for no reason
Used to be starvin', ho I'm eatin'
Trippin' too hard, man, bro, I'm tweakin'
Ayy
They already know this shit (They know)
I can ball hard, bitch, no assist (Let's go)
Look at my wrist, it's cold as shit (It's cold)
I can never quit, I'm so legit (I'm so)
Said she gotta go, well ho be quick (Get gone)
Look at that bih, she know she thick (To the bone)
Wipe a nigga nose, 'cause ho, I'm sick (Achoo)
Never goin' broke, cause ho, I'm rich (Cha-ching)
Homie told me "boy, it's yo season" (Yessir)
Shooters might kill a nigga for no reason (Grraow)
Used to be starvin', ho I'm eatin' (How?)
Trippin' too hard, man, bro, I'm tweakin' (Wow)
Walk up in this bih, I do my thang (Woo!)
Sickle cell jitt, had too much pain (Ooh)
Headshot whip, bitch, I blew the brain (Ooh)
They ain't play shit, bitch, I knew the game (Let's go)
Last nigga played, got hung from the ceiling (Damn)
Try to rob me, that's one in a million (Nope)
Can't hurt me, bitch I'm done with the feelings (Nope)
Can't fake me, bitch I'm one of the realest
Now I'm tryna run my dynasty (Yessir)
Run up on me, you dyin' in peace (Bow)
Act a lil fishy, get fried in grease
Don't fuck with me, I'm tryna sleep (Shh)
Last niggas tried it, bro got 'em dead (They gone)
Playboi Carti, whole lotta red (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
"Heard it's a party," that's what she said
There ain't no party, ho you the fed (Hell nah)
Ain't no fakin' what ya said, 'cause we heard it (Yessir)
I'll put paper on ya head, like a turban (Woo!)
I'ma just take a lil med, I be hurtin' (Woo!)
Ice on me, like a sled, I be surfin'
Since I was a jitt, bitch, I ran with the goons (Goons)
I'ma takeoff, I'ma land on the moon (Yuemm!)
Walk up in this bih, I'm the man of the room (I'm the man)
Big ass house, still ran outta room (Gah damn)
Ridin' with a gat, I'ma tuck it
Pullin' me back, it be crabs in the bucket
Everything I do like glue, 'cause I stuck with it
I'ma just do what I do, nigga, fuck with it (Let's go)
They already know this shit (They know)
I can ball hard, bitch, no assist (Let's go)
Look at my wrist, it's cold as shit (It's cold)
I can never quit, I'm so legit (I'm so)
Said she gotta go, well ho be quick (Get gone)
Look at that bih, she know she thick (To the bone)
Wipe a nigga nose, 'cause ho, I'm sick (Achoo)
Never goin' broke, cause ho, I'm rich (Cha-ching)
Homie told me "boy, it's yo season" (Yessir)
Shooters might kill a nigga for no reason (Grraow)
Used to be starvin', ho I'm eatin' (How?)
Trippin' too hard, man, bro, I'm tweakin' (Wow)
Walk up in this bih, I do my thang (Woo!)
Sickle cell jitt, had too much pain (Ooh)
Headshot whip, bitch, I blew the brain (Ooh)
They ain't play shit, bitch, I knew the game (Let's go)
Yessir, y'all know what the fuck goin' on man
YNE the gang
For life
Yeah, yeah, alright
Homie told me "boy, it's yo season"
Shooters might kill a nigga for no reason
Used to be starvin', ho I'm eatin'
Trippin' too hard, man, bro, I'm tweakin'
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Writer(s): Khalid Yazid
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