Critics (feat. Quin NFN)

Hold on wait bitch Aye Aye Hold on Hold on Hold on Wait I hear em critiquing But they should’ve known ion listen to critics Aye Get off my dick lil bitch I’m the same as before I was winning Aye I be hittin these plays aint no popeyes but I stay with the spinich Aye I’m chasin a bag and you racin to first but I already finished Aye They can’t never diminish How do I stay on my toes and my pivet Why do I treat all these hoes like a clinic Why I ain’t seen some my bros in a minute Hold on wait Switch the position Why when I f*ck out her soul do she fidget Like how she curlin her toes when I hit it I’mma jus give her the pole then I’m dipping Aye Yuh I’m ona mission Raking in racks from a seated position I’m smoking on gas you can see the emissions And if we gon crash you gon see the collision Aye Aye You seeing the vision Nothing but money you see the fruition You blowin yo shit on some fees n tuition She eatin my dick said she need the nutrition I’m makin moves I don’t need no permission They tryna get me on leads n suspicions Make pack disappear like a fiending magician See you playin games I don’t need activision Bitch get up off me I feel all the friction She said she need dick jus to feed her addiction Can’t f*ck with a goofy you speak I don’t listen My mind on my money, my cheese and commission bitch I hear em critiquing But they should’ve known ion listen to critics Aye Get off my dick lil bitch I’m the same as before I was winning Aye I be hittin these plays aint no popeyes but I stay with the spinich Aye I’m chasin a bag and you racin to first but I already finished Aye They can’t never diminish How do I stay on my toes and my pivet Why do I treat all these hoes like a clinic Why I ain’t seen some my bros in a minute Hold on wait Switch the position Why when I f*ck out her soul do she fidget Like how she curlin her toes when I hit it I’mma jus give her the pole then I’m dipping I’mma just give her the pole then I’m out We steady serving, bro nem in route My young nigga 30k up in the trap Ride thru the 4 with this hoe in my lap Pink face fifties on me got me thumbing Bro on the block tryna score him an onion That boy a rat he done told ‘em who done it They never scored over there so punt it These niggas hoes got the heart of a women Whole lotta shots on me I ain’t clubbing Secure the bag I ain’t need much fumbling He steady dissing he know that we coming We know he hating but he really on nothing 38 special and I’m finna snub it All our money dirty come scrub Hop off the porch like mama I’m thugging I hear em critiquing But they should’ve known ion listen to critics Aye Get off my dick lil bitch I’m the same as before I was winning Aye I be hittin these plays aint no popeyes but I stay with the spinich Aye I’m chasin a bag and you racin to first but I already finished Aye They can’t never diminish How do I stay on my toes and my pivet Why do I treat all these hoes like a clinic Why I ain’t seen some my bros in a minute Hold on wait Switch the position Why when I f*ck out her soul do she fidget Like how she curlin her toes when I hit it I’mma jus give her the pole then I’m dipping I’mma jus give her the pole then I’m dipping Pull up w some shooters you know that we spinning Link up with 4 you should know that we winning I pour a 4 in a bowl now I’m lifted Stay with the juice call me Dole bitch I’m in it I shouldn’t drink more ‘cause I know that I’m gifted Where is the pack I’mma roll it n flip it