Текст песни WWE (feat. lockedinkee, BC.Nate & Luh Doolie) - Jitness

3am out Doolie crib
I ain't even gotta touch nobody bottle I'm turnt
Walking checks
Straight out the West
Ask anyone where we from, they gone merch
We put on and we do it the best
Ain't touching cheddar, my boy look stressed
I kept my head up and I got blessed
Go through whatever and ask what's next
2 on the dash with my foot on they neck
We be the reason they know they can't dress
We be the reason they ain't gone
I got her feeling my Johnny like Test
I know she feeling my body
One of them things we don't gotta talk bout it
But whenever I'm coming around it
I'm wondering what is he gonna do bout it
What is she gonna do bout it
What is you tryna do bout it?
It ain't no gassing me up, I be tweaking alone as my brothers try guide me
Don't gotta know nothing about me, the best part just be Ima always have your head bopping
Think it's just something about me
Whatever I want don't take long for to say that I got it
Hundreds been stuffed, water down my pockets
Too much drip, seasick, I'm nauseous
You can be this, I'm that
You can't compete on this level until you unlock it

You worried 'bout hoes, I ain't worried 'bout that
I spend a crib and I get it right back
Head to the west to go pick up my baby
Go back to the south just to get in my bag
Hop in the stu', I'll recruit if you hard you can join my team if you suck at math
Sign this 1080, we locked in for life
I'm the new age Suge I'm too like that
I'm like baby, how you know where the rich folks round?
I can tell that ya network
Stretching the truth, hoes be making my head hurt
Dash on 12, had to call up Lester
Planted a seed in her mind she ain't see none the fruits of my labor like who gone tell her?
I'm up in the stu at 4am
Gotta make this bag I cannot fail her
Uhh
Riding around in the rich, in a rich car, smelling like Saint Laurent
Picked up an accent from France I was out there my lingo be sounding like font
I met a pair in Paris, both bad don't know which one I want
I'm in the air declared, Super Saiyan I leveled up just like
Just like
Just like
Trunks

Just like
Just like
Just like me
Bitch way too drunk tryna Mack the V
And this beat kinda sound like veeze
Okay let's hop on it here go the lease
35 don't sound like nothing to me
Once we drop all this shit and get back royalties
I'm expecting 200, 150 the least
(I'm tired of playing nice)
Nice
Like what?
If you ask for thanks, then I'm saying a preesh
Put my thumb in her butt
Freaks yelling out preach
(Man I'm tryna roll some dice)
Like gimme your stack, you ain't getting it back
The shit I can do with a pen and pad leave Grandmas mad that they Grandson WACK
Shit, matter of fact
I get the same cash, throw it in the air get your Grandson whacked
Hop in a plane back straight to the DMV like I'm tryna get my license tags
Bitch I came outta Richmond I don't even need to check the stats
Bitch I don't even need to text you back
You can say that I'm mean it don't matter cause I got a bitch and her ass getting fatter
I slap it, and slap it, and slap it, and slap it
No for real it's like I'm going savage
No for real bae you know you a bad bitch
Just don't turn your back and act like I ain't had it, gang

Try to get over, get Popped
Since a baby, you know I'm block
Hide ya hand, stay throwin' dem rocks
Time to check in, check on the clock
Try play, Ima call on my fox
Can't Jump on this wave, I'm gone
How we go from the Henny to DON?
She gon always run back, cause she say I'm the one
It just be me & Trifecta
You better come with ya four
Better be ready to check up
You can put shit on a floor
You can go put on a vest
You get hit from the neck up
They wanna see me now
Cus they know that I'm motherfuckin' next up
I never say never
Know I'm the one, I be Getting her wetter
So 1of1, how the fuck we gon' let up?
Betting the bank if you try bet us
My bitch she bad, she better
Shit been the same since the day that I met ya
Finna kick shit w da fellas
I'm chasin' this cheese, this cheddar
Stop allat talking, get hit with Berettas