Jay Critch - Typing

Ayy
Jay Critch Hood Fav
This shit too fuckin' easy man
Ayy
Ayy
Look

I put my life in this shit
Buss down worth more than ya life on my wrist, boy
I know she like all this shit
We could spend some time but I ain't wifin' that bitch (hey)
Now I'm litty, she be textin' me and typin' me shit
I want all the money, I want every type of this shit
In ya city and I only got one night in this shit
Shooters with me, let it off and then they wipin' this shit

I got right with the trips
Made another play I think it might make a flip
These bullets so big, I think it might make 'em flip
My brodie don't rap but he still might make a hit
And I'm hot, I been pourin' up this Wock' takin' sips (lean)
Ain't worried 'bout the opps it's like they block don't exist
Baddies in the club, a hunnid shots in the Vent'
I'm with YTC, a hunnid shots in the clip, ayy
He be actin' tough I know he not with the shits (no)
Since I ran it up it ain't no stoppin' this shit
Woke up in the store like, yeah, I'm coppin' this shit, ayy
Tell 'em mind they business I'm on top of my shit, ayy
I gave her the dick and she on top of this shit (hey)

I put my life in this shit
Buss down worth more than ya life on my wrist, boy
I know she like all this shit
We could spend some time but I ain't wifin' that bitch
Now I'm litty, she be textin' me and typin' me shit
I want all the money, I want every type of this shit (hey)
In ya city and I only got one night in this shit
Shooters with me, let it off and then they wipin' this shit (grrah, baow)

Written by:
1Mind, Ed Hardy Beats, Jason Critchlow

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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