With My Jits Lyrics

I thought I was broke til I seen the racks out

I'm twisting my fingers up in this bitch

She got some E in her hand, she don't understand

Trial tribulations just come down to this

Feds keep finding out shit cause he a snitch

Brody stomp his ass out, he got blood on his kicks

Pop out, get popped on in this bitch

Posted up for a pic, I'm with my jits

I can't even tell what's real

I keep my gun clean, it's stainless steel

I told the coach put my boys in the field

You love that he a shooter, tryna recruit him in the field

You can't fuck around, we caught him when he ran

Brand new Glock, bitch, that shit tan

Shit don't come around for us, your shit hit the fan

You gotta stop playing with my boy, you a fan

I thought I was broke til I seen the racks out

I'm twisting my fingers up in this bitch

She got some E in her hand, she don't understand

Trial tribulations just come down to this

Feds keep finding out shit cause he a snitch

Brody stomp his ass out, he got blood on his kicks

Pop out, get popped on in this bitch

Posted up for a pic, I'm with my jits

Yeah, it's too much drip, I think I left a spill

Like, clean it up, bitch, don't tell me to chill

Looking at my fit, why you standing there still

Brody throw it up for the set, always kept it real

Leeching off my energy, chilling as friends now we chilling as enemies

Coming to an end, yeah that ain't no recipe

Let's not pretend you wasn't dealing with the jealousy

You can't fuck around, we caught him when he ran

Brand new Glock, bitch, that shit tan

Shit don't come around for us, your shit hit the fan

You gotta stop playing with my boy, you a fan

I thought I was broke til I seen the racks out

I'm twisting my fingers up in this bitch

She got some E in her hand, she don't understand

Trial tribulations just come down to this

Feds keep finding out shit cause he a snitch

Brody stomp his ass out, he got blood on his kicks

Pop out, get popped on in this bitch

Posted up for a pic, I'm with my jits