Out The Dirt
Jay Critch
GENRE
[Intro: Jay Critch]
Ayy
[Chorus: Jay Critch]
Fuck a scholarship, I'll go get a bag up out of the dirt
I'm never into the politics, I'm a young boss nigga
Nigga, fuck what you heard
And I got my cash right, then got back in my 'Burb
Stop that hatin' shit, that be the worst
You better act right, we attackin' 'em first
We was trappin' out, rappin' up first
I did a whole lotta dirt and that shit might come back to me
That's why I got all these tools
They tellin' lies on my name, thinkin' it won't get back to me
That shit had me confused
I did a whole lotta dirt, that's why I don't fuck with niggas
Actin' like they came up with niggas
Even if we put these .40s down, and we shoot their hands
I bet .40 still slump a nigga
[Verse 1: Jay Critch]
You better watch your food, keep your eyes on your own plate
Where you eatin'? We're hungry niggas
Need some food, brodie, give me my own plate
Run it up, or they'll punch you, nigga
Keep it cool soon as he ready to flex
.30s ready to crunch a nigga
And I just made a move, as soon as I get the check
Had to pull up and stunt on niggas
I was plottin', I ain't have a option
Can't pick one bitch, I got options
My city lookin' like Gotham
Think he a hero 'til .30s come rob him
Took a plate for free, I'm baggin' up KDs
Tell the hood to come cop 'em
I was makin' cheese before I was eighteen
And nobody could stop 'em
[Chorus: Jay Critch & Fivio Foreign]
Fuck a scholarship, I'll go get a bag up out of the dirt
I'm never into the politics, I'm a young boss nigga
Nigga, fuck what you heard
And I got my cash right, then got back in my 'Burb
Stop that hatin' shit, that be the worst
You better act right, we attackin' 'em first
We was trappin' out, rappin' up first
I did a whole lotta dirt and that shit might come back to me
That's why I got all these tools
They tellin' lies on my name, thinkin' it won't get back to me
That shit had me confused
I did a whole lotta dirt, that's why I don't fuck with niggas
Actin' like they came up with niggas (Ayy)
Even if we put these .40s down (Baow), and we shoot their hands (Ayy)
I bet .40 still slump a nigga (Ayy)
[Verse 2: Fivio Foreign]
Don't let me up a nigga (Don't let me up a nigga)
Them niggas comin' if I push a button, nigga (Baow)
Dyke bitch (Dyke bitch), we don't fuck with niggas (Nah)
I pull up on 'em with a bunch of niggas (Skrrt)
If them niggas opps, then we snuffin' niggas (Snuffin' niggas)
Frontin' (Frontin'), they frontin' with you (Frontin' with you)
She ask what I do, I say, "Nothin', nigga," uh (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Face fuck for ignition, I don't have to touch it, nigga (Nah)
Fivi' (Fivi'), I'm somethin', nigga (I'm somethin')
(Ayy, look, bitch) I did it perfect (Perfect, perfect)
When I pieces to the puzzle, it started workin'
Ayy, uh (Uh), they sent the addy and we started lurkin' (Ayy)
Lookin' for 'em (Lookin' for 'em), searchin' (Searchin')
It's Fivio Foreign, don't curve him (Uh)
She saw me and started twerkin' (Ayy)
She saw me and started twerkin' (Ayy, ayy)
Uh (Uh), nigga throw shade, it hurts him (It hurts him, uh, lil' bitch)
But he's not a regular person (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: Jay Critch]
Fuck a scholarship, I'll go get a bag up out of the dirt
I'm never into the politics, I'm a young boss nigga
Nigga, fuck what you heard
And I got my cash right, then got back in my 'Burb
Stop that hatin' shit, that be the worst
You better act right, we attackin' 'em first
We was trappin' out, rappin' up first
I did a whole lotta dirt and that shit might come back to me
That's why I got all these tools
They tellin' lies on my name, thinkin' it won't get back to me
That shit had me confused
I did a whole lotta dirt, that's why I don't fuck with niggas
Actin' like they came up with niggas
Even if we put these .40s down, and we shoot their hands
I bet .40 still slump a nigga
Ayy
[Chorus: Jay Critch]
Fuck a scholarship, I'll go get a bag up out of the dirt
I'm never into the politics, I'm a young boss nigga
Nigga, fuck what you heard
And I got my cash right, then got back in my 'Burb
Stop that hatin' shit, that be the worst
You better act right, we attackin' 'em first
We was trappin' out, rappin' up first
I did a whole lotta dirt and that shit might come back to me
That's why I got all these tools
They tellin' lies on my name, thinkin' it won't get back to me
That shit had me confused
I did a whole lotta dirt, that's why I don't fuck with niggas
Actin' like they came up with niggas
Even if we put these .40s down, and we shoot their hands
I bet .40 still slump a nigga
[Verse 1: Jay Critch]
You better watch your food, keep your eyes on your own plate
Where you eatin'? We're hungry niggas
Need some food, brodie, give me my own plate
Run it up, or they'll punch you, nigga
Keep it cool soon as he ready to flex
.30s ready to crunch a nigga
And I just made a move, as soon as I get the check
Had to pull up and stunt on niggas
I was plottin', I ain't have a option
Can't pick one bitch, I got options
My city lookin' like Gotham
Think he a hero 'til .30s come rob him
Took a plate for free, I'm baggin' up KDs
Tell the hood to come cop 'em
I was makin' cheese before I was eighteen
And nobody could stop 'em
[Chorus: Jay Critch & Fivio Foreign]
Fuck a scholarship, I'll go get a bag up out of the dirt
I'm never into the politics, I'm a young boss nigga
Nigga, fuck what you heard
And I got my cash right, then got back in my 'Burb
Stop that hatin' shit, that be the worst
You better act right, we attackin' 'em first
We was trappin' out, rappin' up first
I did a whole lotta dirt and that shit might come back to me
That's why I got all these tools
They tellin' lies on my name, thinkin' it won't get back to me
That shit had me confused
I did a whole lotta dirt, that's why I don't fuck with niggas
Actin' like they came up with niggas (Ayy)
Even if we put these .40s down (Baow), and we shoot their hands (Ayy)
I bet .40 still slump a nigga (Ayy)
[Verse 2: Fivio Foreign]
Don't let me up a nigga (Don't let me up a nigga)
Them niggas comin' if I push a button, nigga (Baow)
Dyke bitch (Dyke bitch), we don't fuck with niggas (Nah)
I pull up on 'em with a bunch of niggas (Skrrt)
If them niggas opps, then we snuffin' niggas (Snuffin' niggas)
Frontin' (Frontin'), they frontin' with you (Frontin' with you)
She ask what I do, I say, "Nothin', nigga," uh (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Face fuck for ignition, I don't have to touch it, nigga (Nah)
Fivi' (Fivi'), I'm somethin', nigga (I'm somethin')
(Ayy, look, bitch) I did it perfect (Perfect, perfect)
When I pieces to the puzzle, it started workin'
Ayy, uh (Uh), they sent the addy and we started lurkin' (Ayy)
Lookin' for 'em (Lookin' for 'em), searchin' (Searchin')
It's Fivio Foreign, don't curve him (Uh)
She saw me and started twerkin' (Ayy)
She saw me and started twerkin' (Ayy, ayy)
Uh (Uh), nigga throw shade, it hurts him (It hurts him, uh, lil' bitch)
But he's not a regular person (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: Jay Critch]
Fuck a scholarship, I'll go get a bag up out of the dirt
I'm never into the politics, I'm a young boss nigga
Nigga, fuck what you heard
And I got my cash right, then got back in my 'Burb
Stop that hatin' shit, that be the worst
You better act right, we attackin' 'em first
We was trappin' out, rappin' up first
I did a whole lotta dirt and that shit might come back to me
That's why I got all these tools
They tellin' lies on my name, thinkin' it won't get back to me
That shit had me confused
I did a whole lotta dirt, that's why I don't fuck with niggas
Actin' like they came up with niggas
Even if we put these .40s down, and we shoot their hands
I bet .40 still slump a nigga
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