Jitta On The Track - No Chill lyrics
rate me(Intro)
Hey, Robert
What? These nuts
HAaa! Got-ye
Haaa! Got-ye, hahahaha
(Verse)
Beast mode on a bitch nigga like Hiroshima
Agent chick and my name pronounced like Dear Jitta
I said I'm Jitta, get shit right, yeah ye it's cool
Niggas buyin' you, I swear to God they don't _____(?)
Hit it once, I was done with it, and she said oh my
It's oh god like a robot, I'm at yo old spot with yo new hoes
Playin' so gones, just playin' darts, it's my shit, tho
Got dreams, I can't piss, go ahead and end my night with a piss
Go, I'm Johnson Volger, in a new pair of fuckin' shoes
Afro man, I got too high, can't fuckin' lose
If you make moves, then pretend you do what the Cubans couldn't do
If you don't like the cloud, then break shit up in yo livin' room
My name Jitta, I ain't pissed, I got no chill
Swamp boy, eatin' niggas up like it's road kill
No snack time, I need a whole meal
No hundred thousand, need a whole mill
Paul Bunyan's choppin' up the whole field
Prince Lumber bitch, I got no chill
(Verse 2)
With some black bitches that probably still rock baby fat
My white girl got father issued, more came with that
My Spanish girl like pussy too, I'm ok with that
Go copp these CD's, then play it back
Got 'em, they cannot stop 'em, he is a problem
Growin' up in a problem environment
Money yo crib take all yo shit
Get the repo, betta pay off
Cut the round and got my pay up
Bitch, you shop at payless, some A cups
Twitter hoes talk to my shit bout their fucking problems
Like I'm all there tryna worry bout yo fuckin' problems
Time to hit that unfollow
These Instagramers ain't fuckin' models
With their half finished tattoo flowers
And some genesis like go sauna, you mean go sound
Know it's goin' down
Top buck, I'm the new nigga and I stay boy
Radio had to hold me down
And I ain't even fuckin' payed for it, damn
Respect with bitch niggas
Step yo art up and quit actin' like it's all up
Nigga, lumber life till my eyes shut
(Verse 3)
All man kiss a ball fade in the building
Like a hardware go always these song bass lead fill me up cups
A fuck nigga I cannot trust, her mangle tweet what she gon' bust
Them burning up in the fucking dust, music fill my gut, huh
I'm Stephen King in a loud movie, quit actin' like you fuckin' knew me
Don't like me, then bitch fuckin' shoot me
Like bang bang bang, sorry, I was on the radio and you don't understand the edit
Betta understand that I'm kinda pissed, my state give me no credit
Boy, I'm out here workin', last time I slept I really don't remember
And that's why I don't talk niggas when I'm drunk ova that Henny
I don't really fuck fannies, so, I don't really pull my pants up
I don't really fuck with pullet, cuz that's every nigga and his damn clock
They know that ain't a dress, that's a girl's heeling
That purse tuba talkin' shit right behind the back
And she major fly, can't stand you
And you know you got bald head just like that nigga Samuel
Jackson, stop actin' like you the baddest, it's no chill
