Critical (Solo 2) lyrics

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[Intro]
Ay, the best thing for me to tell you to do
Is get a sick piece of length of light
A sick piece of light, for real
Get a knife and stab him
FSG, FSG, FSG
Boom boom

[Verse 1]
Step them sides with the longest tool (boom, bow)
If you get caught by us, you will get dipped like a knuckle ball
And I'm on the opp block, two strikers
We attack like Liverpool (True)
Shh got got in shh and he got left in critical
I bucked two opps and I dipped them all
Jump out the ride, that's me and bae
Said you're on Agar, must've gone cray
Brеak down bud, bro, press that Yae
If I watch M1 whip, no Nae-Naе (Bow)
You can smell what bro bro's cooking
But this ain't nuttin like rock (No way)
Dussing down opps, I push it through tops
And I will not stop 'til I hear them cops
Jump out the ride like a f**king madman (Bow)
Rams in my hand
Swing swing, I'll stab man (Bow)
Aim up high, lock arm and slap man (Bow)
Old school days, used to ride with my cab man (Bow)
All good things come to an end (True)
He was too fast, so I dipped his friend (True)
She was dead, but her friend was leng
So I jeet her friend, now we ain't no friends

[Chorus]
I ain't got no time for a hoe, no
Just freed up on a nine
And Shakk just grabbed some TT snow (Trapped up)
Woah, I ain't your average Joe, no
Aim up high, not low (Bow)
If I see feds then I go, go, go (True)
Cah I ain't tryna be on the wing
I'm tryna be upfront like Ronaldo (No way)
I ain't got no time for a hoe, no
Just freed up on a nine
And Shakk just grabbed some TT snow (Trapped up)
Woah, I ain't your average Joe, no
Aim up high, not low (Bow)
If I see feds then I go, go, go (True)
Cah I ain't tryna be on the wing
I'm tryna be upfront like Ronaldo (No way)

[Verse 2]
When we glide you don't see it on UDN
Cah none of us bring our phones (No way)
That boy came short on a pack with attitude
Told him to watch his tone (d**khead)
And please don't talk about bands
I made ten racks in three weeks alone (Money)
And who would've thought we made all of these racks of a twenty pound Lyca phone (Who?)
That's me and trap trap fate (True)
Buy it, sell it, wrap it, slang it (True)
That's your cell? I don't care, I'll clamp it (True)
Lines just filled with cats and addicts
I got nine GCSE's
So who would've thought I'd be stuck in the trap with half a box around me? (For real)
Stain your grub, we ain't average G's (Bow)
Big dot-dot, and it came with corn (True)
Way too long, so it haffi get sawn (Chop it)
Shh got shot, he did not respawn
Eight rides and a box
Eight racks withdrawn (Money)
She knows that I f**k with the fraud
She don't even know that I move these packs (b*t*h)
She knows that I goes live in the B
She doesn't even know I go live in the trap (b*t*h)
Two grinds (Two)
He got done more than two times (Two)
We got about two lines (Two)
Bro got a body, and he'll do time (Two)
Two grinds (Two)
He got done more than two times (Two)
We got about two lines (Two)
Bro got a body, and he'll do time (Bow)

[Chorus]
I ain't got no time for a hoe, no
Just freed up on a nine
And Shakk just grabbed some TT snow (Trapped up)
Woah, I ain't your average Joe, no
Aim up high, not low (Bow)
If I see feds then I go, go, go (True)
Cah I ain't tryna be on the wing
I'm tryna be upfront like Ronaldo (No way)
I ain't got no time for a hoe, no
Just freed up on a nine
And Shakk just grabbed some TT snow (Trapped up)
Woah, I ain't your average Joe, no
Aim up high, not low (Bow)
If I see feds then I go, go, go (True)
Cah I ain't tryna be on the wing
I'm tryna be upfront like Ronaldo (No way)

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