Jwett Lyrics by Skilla Baby
I ain’t met a nigga like me yet
Next season attire, I get flyer than a private jet
Every day I put that shit on like I got the Jwett
Pistol in the club with me, acting like I’m not a threat, aye
Don’t touch this dog with yo’ hand; this is not a pet, aye
70 thousand on my wrist, coulda got a vet, aye
You got yo’ gun, it look cool, you is not a threat, aye
Niggas wouldn’t shoot a move; you is not a threat, aye
If you put that pussy on me, yeah, I got yo’ rent, baby
You can’t tell I’m rich as hell, where yo’ common sense, baby
Told my plug, Shaq attack, I’m tryna shoot a brick
Brought her through the hood, all the bad bitches want a trench, baby
I got my gun in the club like I’m Ja Morant
In the trap talking to that dog like I’m Kyla Pratt
Every nigga in here stepping on it like this house a frat
I don’t smoke weed, but I smoke niggas; now who tryna match?
I ain’t met a nigga like me yet
Next season attire, I get flyer than a private jet
Every day I put that shit on like I got the Jwett
Pistol in the club with me, acting like I’m not a threat, aye
Don’t touch this dog with yo’ hand; this is not a pet, aye
70 thousand on my wrist, coulda got a vet, aye
Got yo’ gun, it look cool, you is not a threat, aye
Niggas wouldn’t shoot a move; you is not a threat, aye
He ain’t got shit in his pocket but some fuckin’ lint, baby
I just made 100 thousand, put up every cent, baby
You ever heard real jewelry sound like this, baby?
I probably wasn’t in the club if I ain’t have my blick, baby
If I see the wrong nigga, I’ma probably face him
I probably wasn’t in the club if they didn’t pay me
Fuck me like a pornstar; my lil’ bitch thick as cakey
I’m knee-deep in the streets; only God can save me
I ain’t met a nigga like me yet
Next season attire, I get flyer than a private jet
Every day I put that shit on like I got the Jwett
Pistol in the club with me, acting like I’m not a threat, aye
Don’t touch this dog with yo’ hand; this is not a pet, aye
70 thousand on my wrist, coulda got a vet, aye
Got yo’ gun, it look cool, you is not a threat, aye
Niggas wouldn’t shoot a move; you is not a threat, aye
My whole team come in swinging sticks; we is not the Mets, aye
All my niggas put that shit on like we got the Jwett, aye
I throw them bullets from afar, nigga, I’m not Brett, aye
Pistol tucked, they can’t see it, acting like I’m not a threat, aye
I’m in that Demon, engine screaming till it’s out of breath, aye
Mind my business, handle business ’cause I’m ’bout my check, aye
Played my cards right; I got the lowest numbers on deck, aye