And they don't listen, stupid
What's next? I don't know. Codeine, weed, alcohol
I mean, what's next? What's next
Groovy
I'm a hot jit, I got a hot bitch
I just heard your new shit. It is not it
I just jumped inside a crowd, I f*ck, damn
I just jumped up in the crowd, they started moshpitting
Bitch, I shop at Ross, but I'm hot just like the topic
I ain't heard of you at all, man, your motion microscopic
Yeah, I'm nice, don't piss me off, I might f*ck around and pop it
At the Kennedy Space Center, I'm taking off like rockets
Damn, it's hot in here, I done put a 3.5 in it
There's a lot in there, big nose Cuban, mouth on golden
And I'm from the FL, told you I was chosen
3-2-1, baby, not from Tallahassee
Yeah the jit been on a run, like when Drake was on Degrassi
I won't argue with my bitch, nah, she just call me sassy
Yeah, I know this weed good, cause I want a Krabby Patty
Yeah, I know this weed good, cause I, damn
Yeah, I know this weed good, I forgot what I was saying
No, I'm not a PlayStation, I don't got no time for playing
And I don't do write shit, I just think and then I say it
I just killed four beats in a row, I got a UAV
I ain't never heard of you before, go and Google me
Even when I get some dough, four for four, I'm living frugally
Florida boy, I want the gold, keep the diamonds off my jewelry
Yeah, ayy, shout out to my grill guy
I done put wax in the blunt, woke up still high
Okay, watch this, I'm about to switch the flow up
I just did a show, ain't nobody even show up
I ain't really tripping though, I'm a smooth-ass jit
Yeah, they say I got that Jiffy flow
Yeah, I heard your new shit, but it sound a little iffy though
Okay, big boat, how I float, yeah, they call me Captain
When I post, I be using my own lyrics as the caption
Yeah, that boy say he a rapper, but he should've went with acting
Could've been a hat maker, cause that motherf*ckin' capping
If you f*ck around, I'll block a bitch
I'm just trying to get paid, yeah I feel like Stojaković
Yeah, Orville Redenbacher, how I'm popping shit
Yeah, my baby call me Big Poppa, yeah, I feel like Biggie
Boy, I'm hotter than a hot pocket, hotter than a skillet
In the booth, hot boxing, yeah, they thought that I was grilling
They thought that I was what
Nah, I'm chillin', ayy
That bitch said I'm ugly, but I'm still an 8
I be having bad takes, yeah, I feel like Stephen A
I be having bad days, but I'm still breathing, ayy
Yeah, that's worth something
Told me, Jaido, you ain't shit, but I'm still worth something
Ooh, don't touch this, like a burnt thumb
I just made a motherf*ckin' hot bitch anthem
I'm a hot jit
I'm a hot jit
Yeah, say that shit again, ayy
I'm a hot jit
I'm a hot jit
Damn, it's hot in this bitch