Ill Leet - Jenkins Lyrics

Now rewind this motherf*cker
Bitch I'm the wave, I walk in and surf
Try me, my bitch keep a Glock in her purse
Just in case I wasn't poppin' you first
Heart full of pain, I'm poppin' a perc
Ain't switchin' lanes, man I just be swervin'
Choppin the brain, like bitch I'm a surgeon
Internet gangsta, say it in person
Old Man Jenkins, bitch you a bur-
Ill Leet, ah
Ayy
Bitch I'm the wave, I walk in and surf
Try me, my bitch keep a Glock in her purse
Just in case I wasn't poppin' you first
Heart full of pain, I'm poppin' a perc
Ain't switchin' lanes, man I just be swervin'
Choppin the brain, like bitch I'm a surgeon
Internet gangsta, say it in person
Old Man Jenkins, bitch you a burden
Bitch I'm the wave, I walk in and surf
Try me, my bitch keep a Glock in her purse
Just in case I wasn't poppin' you first
Heart full of pain, I'm poppin' a perc
Ain't switchin' lanes, man I just be swervin'
Choppin the brain, like bitch I'm a surgeon
Internet gangsta, say it in person
Old Man Jenkins, bitch you a burden
Feel like the Devil, inferno
That nigga run up me, I'ma burn 'em
Act like a tiger, bitch you a vermin
Ain't born with stripes, bitch you gotta earn 'em
These niggas stupid, I gotta learn 'em
You see the tables? I gotta turn 'em
I'll, pop that boy right in his sternum
Don't bring yo people, it don't concern 'em
I am Ill Leet, bitch I am incurable
These niggas pissin' me off like urinal
I just be roamin', somethin' like a numeral
But if you try me, I air out your funeral
This shit is humorous, I gotta laugh
Yeah I got numerous, I'm talkin' cash
Came up from nothin', you do the math
Goin' to Jupiter if I do the dash
I feel like Einstein, yeah
Got a gigantic brain
My bitch is fine China,
Ain't talkin Anne McClain
Make that punani sang
Sweet like a candy cane
Drippin' like candy paint
I am the man, you ain't
Baby my Glock a sanger
We bout to drop a banger
Do what my mama told me,
I do not talk to strangers
Homie, I brought the danger
Foreign lil' thot, I train 'er
Walk 'er to the exchanger
I feel like Texas Ranger
Tryna get rich, like Roddy
I got that drip on my body
Sonnin' them, I ain't they daddy
Teachin' you jitts how to potty
Kickin' this shit like karate
Pippin' my wrist like I'm Scottie
I keep a stick like it's hockey
On a roll like I'm wasabi
Gone