Tournaments - Jay Critch

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Jay Critch hood fav

Aye, yeah

30, hey

Look

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

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

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