Jitt Satyr - Bottles
I know you seen them in there with the bottles
I know you seen then in there with the models
I know you seen them in there with the yeah
I know you seen them in there gaining throttle
I know you seen them in there with the bottles
I know you seen them in there with the models
I know you seen them in there with the yeah
I know you seen them in there going throttle
I got the packs to put in the air
So who want to fuck
With lil Juan Guapo
Bitch I'm a thug
I come out the bottom
Turn this shit up
Cause Jitt going find them
All of that trauma
Made Jitt homicidal
You turn this shit up
Then Jitt find your momma
Whipping it up
Like this is the pasta
I tip you a dread
Cause I is the rasta
Fuck out the feds
They going free my brother
Then go back there
And then get my lil slugger
Sip on some beer
And chit with motherfuckers
Cause I don't really care
How life is going touch us
I just wanna blow
A puff of them Russians
Because I just know how to
Smoke through discussions
Got cars by stacks
Got milds by dozens
Kinda cool with my lads
Get cool with my cousins
Roll up another
Out that mother fucking pack
Keep on going
Keep on scraping that smack
Who want to sell it
Who want to get another serve?
"I'm a sell it off
I'm a give another word"
"I don't give a fuck
I'm a fly like a bird"
"I'll touch the whole world
If that motherfucker curved"
Grab a jack
Then I grab me a jerg
Get in that bitch
Then I do out like ferg
I don't really give a fuck
That it's hers
I just want to come
Smash it like splurge
I know you seen them in there with the bottles
I know you seen them in there with the models
I know you seen them in there with the yeah
I know you seen them in there gaining throttle
I know you seen them in there with the models
I know you seen them in there with the bottles
I know you seen them in there with the yeah
I know you seen them in there going throttle
I know you seen them in there going stupid
I know you seen them in there going dummy
Fuck is you talking don't take nothing from me
Come down this bitch get wrapped in a onesie
I don't give a fuck if he turned to a mummy
Going dump a quarter nugget all in his stomach
Aye Styr bitch that's the motto!
Written by:
Jonathan Trapp
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