Finesse. - Critical (feat. Big Krimmy)

DB MANN
Yeah I love to shoot
But I got some shit to do
Wit my shooter I’m invincible
Oh he gettin physical
Now he on critical
Now he Invisible
I ain’t got shit to prove
I ran it up when I was miserable
Yeah I love to shoot
But I got some shit to do
Wit my shooter I’m invincible
Oh he gettin physical
Now he on critical
Now he Invisible
I ain’t got shit to prove
I ran it up when I was miserable
Back up thottie I cannot love on nobody
We could just fuck at the party
We wrestle like Scottie, Scottie too hotty
She really noddy loddy doddy
She call me slick niggas be hatin but be on my dick
No back and forth we gone talk with the stick
My shooter caught a headshot off the rip
Look
Fuck these hoes get that bread first
I’m tryna run up my net worth
drug dealing get in tune let’s network
Can’t be broke make my head hurt
I’m in the field runnin base like jackie
Started wit puttin that dope in the baggies
I need them 50’s them benji’s them rackies
I tell my shooter to shoot cause he Aggie
Yeah I love to shoot
But I got some shit to do
Wit my shooter I’m invincible
Oh he gettin physical
Now he on critical
Now he Invisible
I ain’t got shit to prove
I ran it up when I was miserable
Yeah I love to shoot
But I got some shit to do
Wit my shooter I’m invincible
Oh he gettin physical
Now he on critical
Now he Invisible
I ain’t got shit to prove
I ran it up when I was miserable
They know I’m wit it
They know I get it
Niggas know I ain’t ain’t got shit to prove
He lookin for smoke I 187 my young niggas they gone get physical
If he run up it get critical
If he fight back we gone finish you
Know that I run wit them drummers to
If it’s a problem we send em thru
I’m wit a bad bitch
she know ima savage
She know finesse don’t be laying up she know ain’t no marriage
I gotta get it got shit to do
I wan the wraith and the bentley to
We run this shit up to the moon
I’m the hottest like the middle of june
Yeah I love to shoot
But I got some shit to do
Wit my shooter I’m invincible
Oh he gettin physical
Now he on critical
Now he Invisible
I ain’t got shit to prove
I ran it up when I was miserable
Yeah I love to shoot
But I got some shit to do
Wit my shooter I’m invincible
Oh he gettin physical
Now he on critical
Now he Invisible
I ain’t got shit to prove
I ran it up when I was miserable

Written by:
Darryl McKnight, Markeese Gonzalez

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