Jwett God Lyrics

I'm y'all daddy, all y'all niggas like my son on this Jwett Shit

I'm like fuck every jwett that we mutt, gon' buy a necklace

I've been stackin' green, pink, and blue strips like it's Tetris

I just popped a blue pill, now I'm geek, I don't want Tris

I need that one bitch, so hit that one shit

Florida boy, call my dawg, fuck nigga on that fuck shit

When I take a nigga out, I ain't talkin' bout a luncheon

I'm a real jwett kid, we make money off a punch in

Ever made a ten piece? Before 10 (am)

I had a rév bout a bin like them Zoes do for Boullets

The way I put that jwett shit on the wax, I'm a poet

I be fuckin' bitches to that eastway shit to get a mo' wet

They give me mo' sex, and then my bro next

And we mutted her AD fed ex gon' leave it at da doe

7.62 plus OPPY

A nigga try to sack, gon' spin the block

I'm pretty sure these niggas know that

Yeah, these niggas know that

Hold on, these niggas smoke crack

I remember loadin' Amazon cards that was throwback

Paid in Full like the 80's like we pressin' bricks with 4tracks

Let a nigga play its like 60 in the Drake nigga Hold that

I'm a jwett God, niggas stepped on

Get this jwett from a OPPY bitch and put the set on

Send that BTC to my shooter get your mans gone

AR got attachments like a CPN with add-ons

Niggas hate me, why

Cause I get fee

I've seen once made like 5k a day, Ask MP

I been cashin' out on shit, niggas be patchin' up on renty's

Killed the V Came back brought the Scat with Giffy's

Real jwett shit, swear to God, any city we could Jiggy

I swear to God, I know some niggas made a killin' off a Citi

I feel like YAK, bitch, I'm back for everything, need every penny

Coronavirus, know they say six feet, but give me 50, bitch

I swear to God, all y'all niggas like my son with this jwett shit

What I threw last night could've bought my bitch a Lexus

I been stackin' green pink and blue strips like it's Tetris

I just popped a blue pill, now I'm geek, I don't want Tris

I need that one bitch, just for that one shit

Florida boy, call that nigga fuckboy cause he ain't on shit

When I take a nigga out, I ain't talkin' bout a luncheon

I'm a real jwet kid, I made money off of punchin

You know what the fuck goin' on, man

Eastway the mafia, nigga

I don't know why these niggas actin' like I ain't the jwett God

Like I ain't made y'all niggas man, for real

Yeah, niggas probably was doin' it before

But they ain't doin'it like me though, you feel me

For real

Gotta know where that Zlatt lingo come from, man

The real LIL HAITI, you feel me

54 to 70 type shit, you feel me

The belly of the beast type shit, you feel me

The mafia, nigga