JT (Radio Edit) ft. K2SG Twenty Lyrics

Before I bought me a safe I hid my stash in a vacant

Trapping with out no heat still growing in the basement

Cooking in the kitchen stretching grannies out of babies

I'll be a millionaire if I was this age in the 80s

Man I miss the block been reminiscing bout it lately

Feins knocking had em' foaming at the most like they got rabies

Niggas throwing shots but I could never let em phase me

And shit I don't blame you if I was you I'd hate me

Some of my niggas seen me shining tried to shade me

If you my nigga then you kno better than to fade me

First 10 on the north but I'm a south side baby

Growing up next to them tracks it'll make you go crazy foreal

Niggas think they unlucky naw nigga you lazy

Every minute count for something cuz none of it aint free

I won't feel accomplished til I'm in meetings with Jay-Z

Til then I'm doing donuts in the Daytona with JT

I need a gangsta chocolate bitch real freaky like JT

Boys still on block with them glocks like JB

Dispensary prices nigga come shop but it ain't cheap

You be beating on yo bitch cuz she mad that you ain't me

Me and my bitch fuck hoes together I can't cheat

Boy I knew you was a bitch used to stay on the same street

Only rapper can do three different flows on the same beat

Bro a go and rob a store get blowed with the same heat

And I can't even trust people cuz niggas be such hoes

I just dropped another band on investments like fuck clothes

Heard them niggas on the south got more snow than the North Pole

Plug don't even like to talk he be speaking in Morse Code

I rather Minaj wit 4 hoes let hov give y'all goals

$400 On my back $650 for these soles

25 A jar 36 for these bo's

I was putting niggas on before they start hitting sto's

Can tell how niggas dick ride they never hit no hoes

Prices niggas quote you ain't never flip no load

Me and bro just bussed a nut on that bitch you kissed on

I'd pissed if I do dirt with a nigga get snitched on

Niggas tryna cut us off when his bitch play this song

I'll walk a nigga down before I write a diss song

Niggas gangsta same niggas got picked on

They been waiting on my return they mad it took me this long

I pick her up beat her down make her take a lyft home

Soon as bro gimme the sauce I'ma punch til my fist swole

They do you dirty then look at you like they ain't do shit wrong

Niggas think we ain't been getting money now that big Chris gone