Smooth Ahh Jit
Walk in this bitch like a, oh man
Walk in this bitch cool as fuck like a deep freezer
I'll take the whole instrumental, I don't
Want a feature
You can keep the alcohol, I just want the reefer
Got a shorty, always hot and ready, that's my Lil Caesar
Just in this bitch, only me, I ain't talkin Bieber
Sweatin' in the venue, man, I should've wore a wife beater
I hit my C Breezy, but I never beat her
Huh, uh
But I'll beat this bitch
Used to work at Pizza Hut, and now they want a piece of this
That's a fake watch, why you walkin' with a counter wrist
I don't take drugs, only weed and over-counter shit
Uh, you a bitch, and I'm ambitious
He a storyteller, everything he rap is fictitious
Man, that boy too bitch, I just got two bitches
Shorty went and swallowed all the nut, said it's nutritious
I can't trust a bitch again, I got a fact
check her
I just rolled a blunt again, it's like a long lecture
Shorty hit my phone again, I bet I won't text her
Till I'm all alone again, then I probably will
I can't cop the Gucci yet, I got on Tommy Hill
Man, she ain't throw the coochie yet, but she probably will
Got my dawgs with me ridin' around, it's like seven wheels
Always carry propane, like I'm Hank Hill, uh, dang it, Bobby
Man, this rap shit for real, I ain't doin' this for no hobby
Always been myself, I ain't never gon' be no copy
Feelin' like a virgin, I ain't never fuck with nobody
Spent too much today, I should've stayed up at the fuckin' crib
Smoke a blunt and get my head right, then spend that shit again
Told you I was him, yeah, I'm feelin' like I'm Him Duncan
Fuckin' on this bitch, but I told her I am not cuffin
I'm 22, girl, I'm not 12
I'm a holy man, rockin' Crocs, but I give 'em hell
I'm a young stoner, I should probably sign to YSL
I'm a young owner, I should probably go and sign myself
Hmm yeah, that sound right
That ain't water on your wrist, boy, that's Pedialyte
My dawg love sippin' Codeine, now he peein' the Sprite
Your shorty always actin' like a bitch, you ain't beatin' it right
Yeah, I'm sweet, but I don't sugarcoat Said this shit before, but I'm from Florida, let me drive the boat
How you follow me on everything, but don't like my posts
Shot blocker, I'ma rebound it, take it coast to coast
Three, two, one, baby, I ain't from Orlando
I'm a smooth-ass jit, I'ma play her like piano
Always spittin' shit, like I'm chewin' on tobacco
Yeah, that Florida water deep, you gon' drown, you think it's shallow
Walk in this bitch cool as fuck like a deep freezer
I'll take the whole instrumental, I don't
Want a feature
You can keep the alcohol, I just want the reefer
Got a shorty, always hot and ready, that's my Lil Caesar
Just in this bitch, only me, I ain't talkin Bieber
Sweatin' in the venue, man, I should've wore a wife beater
I hit my C Breezy, but I never beat her
Huh, uh
But I'll beat this bitch
Used to work at Pizza Hut, and now they want a piece of this
That's a fake watch, why you walkin' with a counter wrist
I don't take drugs, only weed and over-counter shit
Uh, you a bitch, and I'm ambitious
He a storyteller, everything he rap is fictitious
Man, that boy too bitch, I just got two bitches
Shorty went and swallowed all the nut, said it's nutritious
I can't trust a bitch again, I got a fact
check her
I just rolled a blunt again, it's like a long lecture
Shorty hit my phone again, I bet I won't text her
Till I'm all alone again, then I probably will
I can't cop the Gucci yet, I got on Tommy Hill
Man, she ain't throw the coochie yet, but she probably will
Got my dawgs with me ridin' around, it's like seven wheels
Always carry propane, like I'm Hank Hill, uh, dang it, Bobby
Man, this rap shit for real, I ain't doin' this for no hobby
Always been myself, I ain't never gon' be no copy
Feelin' like a virgin, I ain't never fuck with nobody
Spent too much today, I should've stayed up at the fuckin' crib
Smoke a blunt and get my head right, then spend that shit again
Told you I was him, yeah, I'm feelin' like I'm Him Duncan
Fuckin' on this bitch, but I told her I am not cuffin
I'm 22, girl, I'm not 12
I'm a holy man, rockin' Crocs, but I give 'em hell
I'm a young stoner, I should probably sign to YSL
I'm a young owner, I should probably go and sign myself
Hmm yeah, that sound right
That ain't water on your wrist, boy, that's Pedialyte
My dawg love sippin' Codeine, now he peein' the Sprite
Your shorty always actin' like a bitch, you ain't beatin' it right
Yeah, I'm sweet, but I don't sugarcoat Said this shit before, but I'm from Florida, let me drive the boat
How you follow me on everything, but don't like my posts
Shot blocker, I'ma rebound it, take it coast to coast
Three, two, one, baby, I ain't from Orlando
I'm a smooth-ass jit, I'ma play her like piano
Always spittin' shit, like I'm chewin' on tobacco
Yeah, that Florida water deep, you gon' drown, you think it's shallow
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Writer(s): Jaiden Ripoll
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