Tournaments
Jay Critch
GENRE
[Intro]
Aye
Jay Critch hood fav
Aye, yeah
30, hey
Look
[Chorus]
More problems that come with more money
More chops, now I'm hot they all want me
I got, heat on my side
I got, angels above me
Niggas thinking they taking something from me, they all dummies
Talking money I need all of it
Running down, 30's call a blitz
Ice on me like a swollen wrist
Know I'm balling like the tournaments
Bad bitch she from overseas so I fly her out, I imported it
20 G's out of MIA, and I blew the bag but its more of it
Cut her off, I got more of it
Niggas say they real, I ain't sure of it
Blue strips I got new cake, tryna make a movie like Blu-Ray
Get some new titties for my new bae, up her rating like 2K
Brodie came home caught a new case, gotta pour the pint, get a new case
[Verse]
We don't fuck with 'em cause they two faced
Blew the bag, got a new plate
Still hustle like when we was trappin', we was trappin' on the school days
Early morning get it hot on the block, the reason why we got to school late
I'm like fuck it, I ain't going to class cause I'm tryna make a few plays
Fuck the teachers, they all tried to fail me
Now I pass in the new Wraith
Remember she was clinging for a few K
Me and bro finessed and found a new wave
I can't let a nigga play me, I'll turn this shit to doomsday
And shorty saying that she hate me, stick it in her mouth like toothpaste
I was
Aye, I was down and they ain't show me love
'Fore you go and switch up, should've told me what it was
Perkys calling, make it hard to slow down on them drugs
Kick that bitch right to the curb before I kick the cup
You play with that money you fumble the bag, we picking it up
They acting like they was there in the past, that shit is a dub
These niggas could never get on the team, cause these niggas scrubs
Whole lotta diamonds, a whole lotta beams, we lighting you up
[Chorus]
More problems that come with more money
More chops, now I'm hot they all want me
I got, heat on my side
I got, angels above me
Niggas thinking they taking something from me, they all dummies
Talking money I need all of it
Running down, 30's call a blitz
Ice on me like a swollen wrist
Know I'm balling like the tournaments
Bad bitch she from overseas so I fly her out, I imported it
20 G's out of MIA, and I blew the bag but its more of it
Cut her off, I got more of it
Niggas say they real, I ain't sure of it
Blue strips I got new cake, tryna make a movie like Blu-Ray
Get some new titties for my new bae, up her rating like 2K
Brodie came home caught a new case, gotta pour the pint, get a new case
Aye
Jay Critch hood fav
Aye, yeah
30, hey
Look
[Chorus]
More problems that come with more money
More chops, now I'm hot they all want me
I got, heat on my side
I got, angels above me
Niggas thinking they taking something from me, they all dummies
Talking money I need all of it
Running down, 30's call a blitz
Ice on me like a swollen wrist
Know I'm balling like the tournaments
Bad bitch she from overseas so I fly her out, I imported it
20 G's out of MIA, and I blew the bag but its more of it
Cut her off, I got more of it
Niggas say they real, I ain't sure of it
Blue strips I got new cake, tryna make a movie like Blu-Ray
Get some new titties for my new bae, up her rating like 2K
Brodie came home caught a new case, gotta pour the pint, get a new case
[Verse]
We don't fuck with 'em cause they two faced
Blew the bag, got a new plate
Still hustle like when we was trappin', we was trappin' on the school days
Early morning get it hot on the block, the reason why we got to school late
I'm like fuck it, I ain't going to class cause I'm tryna make a few plays
Fuck the teachers, they all tried to fail me
Now I pass in the new Wraith
Remember she was clinging for a few K
Me and bro finessed and found a new wave
I can't let a nigga play me, I'll turn this shit to doomsday
And shorty saying that she hate me, stick it in her mouth like toothpaste
I was
Aye, I was down and they ain't show me love
'Fore you go and switch up, should've told me what it was
Perkys calling, make it hard to slow down on them drugs
Kick that bitch right to the curb before I kick the cup
You play with that money you fumble the bag, we picking it up
They acting like they was there in the past, that shit is a dub
These niggas could never get on the team, cause these niggas scrubs
Whole lotta diamonds, a whole lotta beams, we lighting you up
[Chorus]
More problems that come with more money
More chops, now I'm hot they all want me
I got, heat on my side
I got, angels above me
Niggas thinking they taking something from me, they all dummies
Talking money I need all of it
Running down, 30's call a blitz
Ice on me like a swollen wrist
Know I'm balling like the tournaments
Bad bitch she from overseas so I fly her out, I imported it
20 G's out of MIA, and I blew the bag but its more of it
Cut her off, I got more of it
Niggas say they real, I ain't sure of it
Blue strips I got new cake, tryna make a movie like Blu-Ray
Get some new titties for my new bae, up her rating like 2K
Brodie came home caught a new case, gotta pour the pint, get a new case
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