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jeesh - jitty like balloon lyrics

[intro + jeesh]
just copped an apple watch
that’s radiation on my wrist, know what i’m sizzling

[verse 1 + jeesh]
(ay, ay, yuh)
jitty like balloon i popped his mans up
i’m ig scrolling cuz i love to watch em standup
i don’t know what the f+ck you thinkin that you boutta be the banter
you want em talkin bout you, i know people finna like you on a channel
i got b+tches in the lot like, “where’s the phantom?”
nah, imma whip an rv ‘fore i even get my bands up
this lying cheating ass bout to owe me hundred grand, just fore a hundred missin
i don’t need to diss him, boy’a do it by his d+mn self
f+ck a b+tton start when i wear b+tton up
show up in a bowtie and still f+ck you up
paint him red like a csp bucket brush
ask me what i’m up to, i’m like “nothin, bruh”
i really hate these f+cking b+tches, and i’m talkin bout the d+ck+havers
“jeesh, you rapping too fast!” ah well, then get faster
flex like mister rogers, i’m your sister and your kids master
yung mista clean, i’ll pull up with a sh+t blaster
[bridge + jeesh]
yuh, (and what?) popped the jitty like balloon, ah
ah, (i) popped the jitty like balloon, ah
ah, (i) popped the jitty like balloon, ah
ah, (i) popped the jitty like a, aye

[verse 2 + big bank chubs]
b+tch i’m lil’ chubs, yeah that’s me, not gon’ argue
and i’m from the o’, probably f+cking on your daughter
yeah we got them sticks, and we clutching on them carbons
eighteen with a pocket full of f+cking hundreds
this that real sh+t, tell a bih get down and suck it quick
she ain’t talking bout a bag, i tell her get up out my whip
n+ggas talking bout a bag, but they ain’t talkin real chip
call up folks, he shooting everything up with hollow tips
i’m a pimp, not no motherf+cking simp
that b+tch back broke, got her walking with a limp
i’m sliding, smoking good dope just behind tints
the plug hit me up, say he got me some more zips
i will never switch up about a b+tch
he tried to run off, i dumped this pistol spark, i ain’t gon miss
i was raised round shotters and some motherf+cking pimps
huh, uh, shoot you in your lip

[outro + jeesh & big bank chubs]
yuh, popped the jitty like balloon
got him walking with a limp
ah, popped the jitty like balloon
hit him with some hollow tips
ah, popped the jitty like balloon
folks get him gone
ah, popped the jitty like a, aye
he’a hit him with that chrome

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