JT (feat. Jay R Swish)

All these niggas wanna fuck JT yeah I'm niggas Treat a bad bitch like a blunt way I split her Trust when I get up I'm lifting my kin up You scare the bitches off like Jack the Ripper Since my heart turn cold I've been a young simba Gyal dem sugar I'm a young sim simma Yeah none trilla Pay respect when I enter If prophet in it there are no contenders Prophet be burning shit he from Gehenna Put ten shots in yo face then taking yo tender They be surprised to see I'm a beginner I know my talent got them feeling bitter Pulling up with bigger arms then gorillas If you ever try to fuck with my skrilla Ay I'm just playing yo can't be no killa Shooters don't make the most paper my nigga I'm not bout to mix with you I'm not spinrilla These niggas be eating deep issues for dinner Stop being a bitch yo go get some therapy I won't hold your baggage I'm no carriage g When I'm in that speaker it be blaring heat I don't wanna ask the game to marry me Tell that bitch get on her knees huh After I get my nut you leave huh Prophet just gotta be free huh These labels won't be whipping me huh Pull out in the whip like I'm bout to bust These niggas need to watch they mouth to couz Hit him with a burner like calories watch a nigga put that pound to ya All these niggas wanna fuck JT yeah I'm niggas Treat a bad bitch like a blunt way I split her Trust when I get up I'm lifting my kin up You scare the bitches off like Jack the Ripper Since my heart turn cold I've been a young simba Gyal dem sugar Ima young sim simma Yeah none trilla All these niggas wanna fuck JT yeah I'm niggas Treat a bad bitch like a blunt way I split her Trust when I get up I'm lifting my kin up You scare the bitches off like Jack the Ripper Since my heart turn cold I've been a young simba Gyal dem sugar I'm a young sim simma Yeah none trilla All these niggas wanna fuck JT Well it's cool cuz they bitches wanna fuck with me They love me like that nigga from A.S.A.P Swish I never miss a shot with any hoe I see Doin shit that u can't even do in ya dreams Play with fire like a nigga on satanic things Me and prophet got more fire than the devil even seen Money is a sin tryna turn 3 dollars to 3 Billie jeans Bitches flashing me like the paparazzi girl I love that bird chest Just say I'm the greatest now when they ask about me Nigga I'm up now nigga fuck who next Like ya mom giving blowjobs nigga man I'm coming for ya necks Murder beat after beat and take the beat out ya chest Ermac when I take ya soul out ya chest Then I sell yours so I can go be the best We not on the same level check the play time Time to go hard nigga no play time U Feenin for crumbs nigga when it's plate time Breakfast lunch and dinner when it's plate time I'm tryna see 3 mills when it's pay time If you got what I want then I take mines How they fake Rollie sayin that it's they time Bitch where the competition when Jay rhyme Bitch who the competition when jay rhyme