[Chorus]

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 fuckin' lit, Roscoe Dash, nigga (Oh my God)

She wanna fuck for a bag, yeah, I-I let her fuck for a bag

[Verse]

Push that thirty mag, push that thirty mag

Chopper out the trunk, do a nigga sad

Murder on my mind, give a fuck about a mask

I-I'm so geeked up, I park the Urus on the grass

Po-pockets green as fuck, that shit gon' blend in with the grass

Fuck nigga talkin', we gon' pop him in his ass

Fu-fuck nigga talkin', we gon' pop him in his ass

I-I done fucked this bitch so good, she might turn to a bath

Yeah, 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 bad shit

Walk 'round town with a pretty bad bitch

Heaters out the trunk, turn that boy to sandwich Heaters out the trunk, turn that boy to sandwich

[Chorus]

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 fuckin' lit, Roscoe Dash, nigga (Huh)

She wanna fuck for a bag, yeah, I let her fuck for a bag

[Outro]

She wanna fuck for a bag

I let her fuck for a bag

I'm 'bout to eat on her ass, yeah

I'm tryna eat on her ass

Uh, wow, what the fuck?