:(JIUJITSU): Lyrics

Crying on my phone need a tissue

Baby what's the issue

I don't really miss you

But you said I miss you

Baby what's the issue

Fighting all the time like Jiu Jitsu

I will never hit you

But I'm still gon hit you

Baby let me get you

Baby let me get you

Flyer than a bird

Baby what's the word

She gon give me good brain call that hoe a nerd

I just got free wokhardt from a nurse

She knows I'm a rock star she gon fuck me first

Thought I told you I don't pop bars I just do the percs

Man you niggas really not hard ya'll just be some sherms

Ya'll be running to the cop cars you gon snitch for sure

You a gangsta on the internet but still a bitch on earth

Thought I told you I ain't into that we pop out get him murked

Man your music trash, don't finish that, can't even fit a verse

I've been in my bag, I'm getting cash and your bag just a purse

Talking out his ass, let semi blast gon leave him in the dirt

Your bitch hit up my phone all damn day don't want you back

I can't cap, I might hit that again to get you mad

I'm gon pass that to Treyo like we playing catch

Fuck on that hoe put that hoe in the past

I count up more, I get dough, I get cash

Don't get too close or my bro let it blast

Take off like flash

I'm a do the race in the whip like nas

I'm a brown boy but lil bitch I'm not Nav

Man I love my city I'm gon put it on the map

I still keep a blicky cause these niggas really mad

Glickity Glockity I feel like Kwam cause I ride with a glock on me

Bitch I'm a star, feel like astrology

I'm in the car, too fast they can't follow me

I'm in this bitch and I feel like a prodigy

I just be working, my momma stay proud of me

I'm finna go and get momma some prada jeans

Going and going I said ain't no stopping me

I get the cash like this shit a philosophy

Niggas be capping I call it mythology

I just be laughing these niggas is comedy

I know my opps they be watching they follow me

I know my opps they be watching they stalking me

But it's ok no I'm not scared

We gon get him out of here

Get him out of here

Niggas talking weird

I don't really care

Diamonds on ear

Shining crystal clear

Your bitch stay over here

Playing with my hair

Fuck her then I share

I guess life ain't fair

Ya

Ya

Ya

Ya

Crying on my phone need a tissue

Baby what's the issue

I don't really miss you

But you said I miss you

Baby what's the issue

Fighting all the time like jiu jitsu

I will never hit you

But I'm still gon hit you

Baby let me get you

Baby let me get you