[Intro]

(Yeah, yeah‚ Neeko‚ you made that motherf—)

[Verse]

Let me tell you 'bout this lil' jit

Ran off with twenty bands‚ he Mr. Counterfeit

And not to mention, it's a ese who he fucking with

They introduced him to the jefe, now he think he lit

They took a ride out of town on some vibin' shit

Had helicopters waiting ready‚ them lil' chopper shits

He say, "Lil' bro, I'm finna take you where the product at"

"Think it's your time to run it up and make a lot of cash"

Now lil' jit ready‚ you know that's right up his fuckin' alley

But he don't know that one mistake could kill his fuckin' family

And he don't know that once you win, it ain't no turning backwards

You either with 'em or you ain't, but that's when shit get tragic

A couple months done passed by and shit been going smooth

Jit gettin' fresh as fuck, but now he just don't go to school

He keep that weapon tucked, run up and you gon' make the news

Stacked up some paper, went and bought hisself a two-door coupe

Start fuckin' on this foreign, shit, I think her name was Blue

But she was older, he was sixteen, she was twenty-two

So she exposed his ass to certain shit he'd never knew

She had him taking trips and doing shit he'd never do

But that's the power of the pussy, when it's wet, it's gushy

She giving head while they in traffic, making lil' one push it

Yeah, he got tint, but all that swerving got the police looking

They hit them lights and he took flight, but fucked 'round, left his pistol

Damn, he should've took it with him

Now she going through the system

Made a call later that night, told him to come and get her

Jit paranoid, so he don't really wanna deal with her

He know them narcs tried to make that lil' bitch make a deal with him

If so, she getting killed, nigga

Now he getting a call from his ese

He say they got a meeting set up with the jefe

I heard they got his sister caught up in the gun case

So he gon' need for both of us to double up on our weight

Now jit just sitting, thinking like, "Ain't no fuckin' way"

He quiet as a mouse 'cause he don't know what to say

He think them niggas wanna meet up 'cause they know he to blame

Just having fuck shit on his conscience, starting to fuck with his brain

He packed his bag and grabbed his racks, he finna skip a few states

And told his folks to try to go and chill out for a few days

What he don't know is jefe had some niggas outside his place

Opened his door, before you know it, he caught three to the face

[Outro]

Let me tell you 'bout this lil' stepper

He barely go to school, but he still got his weapon

He be trying to play it cool, his teachers know he reckless

And he gon' play it by the rules, but bend 'em if you let him

Let me tell you 'bout this lil' stepper

His only role model was convicted felons

He keep the pole on him, yeah, lil' jit'll wet you

And he gon' play it by the rules, but bend 'em if you let him