[Lyric] Jit (Raw Youngin)

[Intro]
(Runnat Back Khi)
Boom, boom, boom, boom

[Verse 1]
You think that I won't pull up on your ho 'cause I'm a jit (Huh?)
You think that I won't up and let it blow 'cause I'm a jit (Boom)
You think that I won't fuckin' wipe your nose 'cause I'm a jit (Slime)
You think that we ain't really havin' dope 'cause I'm a jit (Young)
You think that I ain't really sellin' pounds 'cause I'm a jit (Huh?)
You don't think that I'll really lay you down 'cause I'm a jit (Young)
You don't really think I'm packin' thirty rounds 'cause I'm a jit (Clap, clap)
You don't really think I run this fuckin' town 'cause I'm a jit (Young)
You don't think that I was fuckin' on your ho 'cause I'm a jit (Huh?)
You don't think that I can really up the scope 'cause I'm a jit (Clap, clap)
You don't think that I was that I was gettin' it for the low 'cause I'm a jit
You don't think I'll really cut a nigga throat 'cause I'm a jit (Cut, cut)

[Pre-Chorus]
They say jit wild as fuck, they say jit really up
Twenty jits ridin' in a dually truck (Vroom, vroom, vroom)
They say jit can't be real, jit really in the Hills
They say jit didn't be rollin' off them pills (Yoom, yoom, yoom)
[Chorus]
Jit, jit (Huh?)
Jit, jit, jit (Yeah)
Jit (Yeah), jit (Yeah)
Jit, jit (Yeah), jit (Yeah, yeah, boom)

[Verse 2]
She gon' throw that ass back just for the money (Come here)
Got killers on the front line, they bangin' 'bout Raw Youngin (Let's go)
Them niggas say they want smoke, ain't even see it comin' (Young)
Have [?] knock his ass off, just give him fifteen hundred (Boom, baow)
Tell him get off on that book 'cause he a jit
That cutter wipe his damn nose, you stupid slimy jit (Slime)
Bitch, you let off shots at both sides, now what you know 'bout this? (Yeah)
Get the Bentley curtains just how you like it, actin' on a bitch (Young, Young, Young)
Milly Rock, I do my dance now, flashin' on a bitch
Said she wanna be the man now (Huh?), bitch, you made the list
They say Youngin got them bands now, might drop 'em on your head
They say them jits don't be outside now 'cause them pussy niggas dead (Boom, boom)

[Pre-Chorus]
They say jit wild as fuck, they say jit really up
Twenty jits ridin' in a dually truck (Vroom, vroom, vroom)
They say jit can't be real, jit really in the Hills
They say jit didn't be rollin' off them pills (Yoom, yoom, yoom)
[Chorus]
Jit, jit (Huh?)
Jit, jit, jit (Yeah)
Jit (Yeah), jit (Yeah)
Jit, jit, jit
Jit, jit
Jit, jit, jit (Uh)
Jit, jit (Uh)
Jit, jit, jit