Bad Jit Songtext
von Cochise

I′m a bad jit, I'm a-I′m a bad jit (jit)
I'm a bad jit, I'm a-I′m a bad jit (super bad)
When I die, surround me with some bad bitches (when I die)
W-when I die, surround me with some bad shit (w-when I die)
P-please don′t drop that bag, that shit ass, nigga (oh my God)
I'm so fucking lit, Roscoe Dash, nigga (oh my God)
She wanna fuck for a bag, I-I let her fuck for a bag

Push that thirty mag, push that thirty mag
Choppa out the trunk, do a nigga sad
M-murder on my mind, give a fuck about a mask
I-I′m so geeked up, I park the Urus on the grass
P-pockets green as fuck, that shit gon' blend in with the grass
Fuck nigga talkin′, we gon' pop him in his ass
F-fuck nigga talkin′, we gon' pop him in his ass
I done fucked this bitch so good, she might turn to a bag


I'm hittin′ this ho like her dad, I′m hittin' this ho like her dad
I′m hittin' this ho like her dad, I′m beatin' this ho like her dad
I′m beatin' this ho like her dad
My pockets, they filled with the cash, my pockets, they filled with the cash
Walk 'round town with some pretty girl, shit, walk ′round town with a pretty bad bitch
Heaters out the trunk, turn that boy into sandwich
Heaters out the trunk, turn that boy into sandwich

I′m a bad jit, I'm a-I′m a bad jit
I'm a bad jit, I′m a-I'm a bad jit
I′m a bad jit, I'm a-I'm a bad jit (oh my God)
When I die, surround me with some bad bitches (oh my God)
When I die, surround me with some bad shit (oh my God)
Please don′t drop that bag, that shit ass, nigga (oh, that shit ass)
I′m so fucking lit, Roscoe Dash, nigga (huh)
She wanna fuck for a bag, I let her fuck for a bag

She wanna fuck for a bag
I let her fuck for a bag
I'm ′bout to eat on her ass
I'm tryna eat on her ass
Uh, what the fuck?