- Jay Critch With Them 歌詞
- Lil Tjay Jay Critch
- (JD On Tha Track)
Hey
Ayy
Shooter tryna up that pole, he said its smoke, but that boy dont want it with them
Lot of niggas act like hoes and thats the reason I cant get money with them (Hey)
Soon as I started to run it up, all of my bitches say Im moving funny with them
She give me head like a dummy or something
She left her friend, but she wanted to come
Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum
Drive the foreign like Im wanted or something
See the boys and hit the gas in the whip, heater on me like Im under the sun
Ayy, brodie scoring like he play for the Suns
When we catch him, we put him in the blunt
Action movie, I just came in to stunt
Niggas aint real, shit shows, I gotta get to the top, call it reaching my goals
No, I cant work no pole, **** around, that shitll take a nigga out his glo
Rolling up the opps, free bro, niggas can say what they want, they already know
Yall better stick to the code, bodies dropping, like eleven niggas in a row
I keep it on me, dont pass that
Run up on me, you gon leave with a hashtag
Boy, you a lame, where your bag at?
I had your bitch, I was makin her gag-gag
And I know what they mad at
Caught a opp by his doley , his melon splazzat
I keep having these flashbacks
Kind of filled up with pain, everything I see matte black
Shooter tryna up that pole, he said its smoke, but that boy dont want it with them
Lot of niggas act like hoes and thats the reason I can't get money with them
Soon as I started to run it up, all of my bitches say Im moving funny with them
She give me head like a dummy or something
She left her friend, but she wanted to come
Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum
Drive the foreign like Im wanted or something
See the boys and hit the gas in the whip, heater on me like Im under the sun ( Graow, baow)
Ayy, brodie scoring like he play for the Suns
When we catch him, we put him in the blunt
Action movie, I just came in to stunt
Hood Fav, no , this aint what you want (Hey)
Let the flame off, turn em to Runtz (Baow, baow)
Niggas hate to see you up in the front
Drive the foreign with the trunk in the front
Young niggas gotta get it and we gotta put on for the city, though (On for the city, though)
Where Im from, they move dirty with it, catch a body, they got it on video (Boom , boom, boom)
Dont got no love for these dirty bitches, I dont even want them in my videos (Them in my videos)
Pouring drank in the morning like cereal (Like cereal)
I cant **** with these niggas, they flip-flop (They flip-flop)
This is real nigga music, not hip-hop (Not hip-hop)
Diamonds dancing like they making TikToks (They making TikToks )
From the bottom, went up to the tip-top (Up to the tip-top)
Dont pull up on me wrong, get your shit popped (Graow, baow)
Shooter tryna up that pole , he said its smoke, but that boy dont want it with them
Lot of niggas act like hoes and thats the reason I can't get money with them (Hey)
Soon as I started to run it up, all of my bitches say Im movin funny with them
She give me head like a dummy or something
She left her friend, but she wanted to come
Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum
Drive the foreign like Im wanted or something
See the boys and hit the gas in the whip, heater on me like Im under the sun
Ayy, brodie scoring like he play for the Suns
When we catch him, we put him in the blunt
Action movie, I just came in to stunt (Hey)
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