Critical
Lambo I skirt out the coupe
I just might crash on the bitch
I'm hitting critical hits
Don't give a fuck bout the bitch
Yeah she suck on the dick
Driving to fast for the bitch
These niggas don't got a stick
The way they be lacking and shit
Corvette it came with da stars
These niggas they broke with no car
How you still broke with a job
Like how you a nigga named bob
You not a trap nigga stop
You cant even trap in the dark
These niggas scared they not with it
He cant even go in his kitchen
Hungry ass nigga want chicken
These niggas they no competition
These niggas wish they can stop me
He a bitch he go cry to his mommy
I get the bread and I run it up quick
No these niggas to slow they cant keep up with it
When you hear the cat vroom know I'm skirting this bitch
I'm not fucking these hoes they be ran through as shit
He was talking his shit same day he got hit
And it don't even matter I'll still take ya bitch
And my gang stay on go well still hit a lick
If we catch yo ass lacking well still take yo shit
In a Tonka it swerve like a hummer
I never fuck with these niggas they only get bummer
My diamonds they shine like the summer
I'm never cuffing these bitches I don't want they number
My bro told me look at the time
It was like 5:38 so we went dropped a dime
The opps they be never on time
So when we go slide on they ass they get hit by the 9
I really be doing this shit
So next time a nigga want smoke he get hit in his shit
Now his dumbass got put in a ditch
Now his people crying he should've stopped talking his shit
She said love how I count up my stacks
No I don't trip cuz I'm holding a mac
If he wearing Vlone get shot in his back
And she holding my sack that bitch sit on my lap
Uh how
I'm finna run up a rack in this bitch
He would get hit with a g19
He don't want it my niggas attack in this bitch
Uh
I'm smoking pack in this bitch
Uh
I brought a strap in this bitch
We finna shot at his back in this bitch
And I know that lil bitch shaking ass in this bitch
Uh, we finna empty the clip
Big draco and it stay on my hip
Stop all that talking that nigga get hit
If he stop all that talking I wont grab my blick
Uh
I'm finna light up my spliff
She coming over I'm fucking this bitch
I'm smoking this back and this shit really hit
She stay on my sack that bitch sucking the dick
Huh ow
You don't want the smoke
Put you in my pack lil nigga now I'm smoking loud
Your bitch stay on my sack lil nigga now I'm screaming wow
Your bitch know we got racks lil nigga this shit ain't for show ow
Ou
Lambo I skirt out the coupe
I just might crash on the bitch
I'm hitting critical hits
Don't give a fuck bout the bitch
Yeah she suck on the dick
Driving to fast for the bitch
These niggas don't got a stick
The way they be lacking and shit
Corvette it came with da stars
These niggas they broke with no car
How you still broke with a job
Like how you a nigga named bob
You not a trap nigga stop
You cant even trap in da dark
These niggas scared they not with it
He cant even go in his kitchen
I just might crash on the bitch
I'm hitting critical hits
Don't give a fuck bout the bitch
Yeah she suck on the dick
Driving to fast for the bitch
These niggas don't got a stick
The way they be lacking and shit
Corvette it came with da stars
These niggas they broke with no car
How you still broke with a job
Like how you a nigga named bob
You not a trap nigga stop
You cant even trap in the dark
These niggas scared they not with it
He cant even go in his kitchen
Hungry ass nigga want chicken
These niggas they no competition
These niggas wish they can stop me
He a bitch he go cry to his mommy
I get the bread and I run it up quick
No these niggas to slow they cant keep up with it
When you hear the cat vroom know I'm skirting this bitch
I'm not fucking these hoes they be ran through as shit
He was talking his shit same day he got hit
And it don't even matter I'll still take ya bitch
And my gang stay on go well still hit a lick
If we catch yo ass lacking well still take yo shit
In a Tonka it swerve like a hummer
I never fuck with these niggas they only get bummer
My diamonds they shine like the summer
I'm never cuffing these bitches I don't want they number
My bro told me look at the time
It was like 5:38 so we went dropped a dime
The opps they be never on time
So when we go slide on they ass they get hit by the 9
I really be doing this shit
So next time a nigga want smoke he get hit in his shit
Now his dumbass got put in a ditch
Now his people crying he should've stopped talking his shit
She said love how I count up my stacks
No I don't trip cuz I'm holding a mac
If he wearing Vlone get shot in his back
And she holding my sack that bitch sit on my lap
Uh how
I'm finna run up a rack in this bitch
He would get hit with a g19
He don't want it my niggas attack in this bitch
Uh
I'm smoking pack in this bitch
Uh
I brought a strap in this bitch
We finna shot at his back in this bitch
And I know that lil bitch shaking ass in this bitch
Uh, we finna empty the clip
Big draco and it stay on my hip
Stop all that talking that nigga get hit
If he stop all that talking I wont grab my blick
Uh
I'm finna light up my spliff
She coming over I'm fucking this bitch
I'm smoking this back and this shit really hit
She stay on my sack that bitch sucking the dick
Huh ow
You don't want the smoke
Put you in my pack lil nigga now I'm smoking loud
Your bitch stay on my sack lil nigga now I'm screaming wow
Your bitch know we got racks lil nigga this shit ain't for show ow
Ou
Lambo I skirt out the coupe
I just might crash on the bitch
I'm hitting critical hits
Don't give a fuck bout the bitch
Yeah she suck on the dick
Driving to fast for the bitch
These niggas don't got a stick
The way they be lacking and shit
Corvette it came with da stars
These niggas they broke with no car
How you still broke with a job
Like how you a nigga named bob
You not a trap nigga stop
You cant even trap in da dark
These niggas scared they not with it
He cant even go in his kitchen
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Writer(s): Willie Hollins
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