CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Million Dollar Jit
Woah
They just mad I'mma million dollar jit
And I'm posted inna trenches wit the ma'f**kin bricks
They just mad I'mma million dollar jit
And I feel like Drake when I run through the 6
Yeah, they just mad I'mma million dollar jit
Yeah, they just mad I'mma million dollar jit
They just mad I'mma million dollar jit
They just mad I'mma million dollar jit
Million dollar jit, uh, posted wit a stick, uh
Know we got them choppas, uh, we gon' let 'em hit, uh
Boy you jus a b*t*h, uh, pistol wit a grip, uh
Glizzy on my hip, uh, talk down, you get dipped, uh
Lil Wok really sip, uh, countin' up these strips, uh
Took a tab in my headband, I drop and now I trip, uh
Pour the lean in the blueberry Faygo
We tote choppas, we totin' these Dracos
In a room full of felons, and narcos
And I f**k on yo bih, that's yo main hoe
You could get shot, boy you a opp
And if you play wit Lil Wok, you get popped
I just wan' trap wit my slime at the spot
Slatt, brtt, blatt, blatt, blatt
Sippin' that lean, sippin' that wok, I'm sippin' that drop
They just mad I'mma million dollar jit
And I'm posted inna trenches wit the ma'f**kin bricks
They just mad I'mma million dollar jit
And I feel like Drake when I run through the 6
Yeah, they just mad I'mma million dollar jit
Yeah, they just mad I'mma million dollar jit
They just mad I'mma million dollar jit
They just mad I'mma million dollar jit
They just mad I'mma million dollar jit
And I'm posted inna trenches wit the ma'f**kin bricks
They just mad I'mma million dollar jit
And I feel like Drake when I run through the 6
Yeah, they just mad I'mma million dollar jit
Yeah, they just mad I'mma million dollar jit
They just mad I'mma million dollar jit
They just mad I'mma million dollar jit
Million dollar jit, uh, posted wit a stick, uh
Know we got them choppas, uh, we gon' let 'em hit, uh
Boy you jus a b*t*h, uh, pistol wit a grip, uh
Glizzy on my hip, uh, talk down, you get dipped, uh
Lil Wok really sip, uh, countin' up these strips, uh
Took a tab in my headband, I drop and now I trip, uh
Pour the lean in the blueberry Faygo
We tote choppas, we totin' these Dracos
In a room full of felons, and narcos
And I f**k on yo bih, that's yo main hoe
You could get shot, boy you a opp
And if you play wit Lil Wok, you get popped
I just wan' trap wit my slime at the spot
Slatt, brtt, blatt, blatt, blatt
Sippin' that lean, sippin' that wok, I'm sippin' that drop
They just mad I'mma million dollar jit
And I'm posted inna trenches wit the ma'f**kin bricks
They just mad I'mma million dollar jit
And I feel like Drake when I run through the 6
Yeah, they just mad I'mma million dollar jit
Yeah, they just mad I'mma million dollar jit
They just mad I'mma million dollar jit
They just mad I'mma million dollar jit
