Dee Watkins — Bad Ass Jit Remix

[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 [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 2: Young Dolph] Lemme tell you a lil a story bout a snotty nose kid (Who dat?) He grew up piss poor with big dreams to get rich He mastered my streets, and learned how to dodge the pigs And I like my bitch chocolate, and thick I grew up with priorities to always put my family first Never had my heart broke by a bitch because I knew my worth But I had my heart broke from my dog, and that shit hurt So what I did to ease the pain, drink a lot of syrup (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Mother fuck the opps, put em in the dirt (Yeah, yeah) First thing first, put em on a shirt The lil nigga in the neighborhood with the work (Dolph) Catch a box for me, bitch and I'll buy you a purse Bitches throwing they panties at me like I'm [?] I created my own wave, [?] surf I count my first milli, running through them bags of purp I smoke a blunt before walk to church [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