Jay Critch – Spin No Blocks
Lyrics Spin No Blocks – Jay Critch Aye, yeah Hood Fav Let me talk some money to you real quick Listen up Aye, I grew up, I’m a man now When it’s said and done I run it up...
Jay Critch – Spooky
Lyrics Spooky – Jay Critch
Ayy, he turned his back on gang
For a little small change, that boy is a sellout
I go on private planes
Go right to the stage, and the shows all sell out
Life is a movie, still in the shootin’
My brothers and we never fell out
Pull up in spooky
Them b**ches eyes get wide like Get Out
She wipe me down like Boosie
After I get in her mind, ‘ight, I’ma head out
Feel like Biggie with the Coogi
Big body leave with all the h*es from the let out
All these toys and tools
When we see the boys in blue, See six, we yell out
If the boy confused
My shooter don’t let s**t slide, he lettin’ the lead out
Gettin’ greasy on them
Brody told me never take it easy on them
Get the chicken like Friday’s
Set him straight, he was talkin’ on sideways
30s gonna hunt you down
Big straps, they’ll punch you out
All they do is run they mouth
Send brother, Go calm that down
More cheques clearin’ up in the checkings
I got a whole lotta blessings
Got a cheque, started movin’ too reckless
N**ga, you should’ve invested
If it’s static then we tryna go wet s**t
We tryna send you a message
S**t got hot, and them n**gas was stressin’
Started chattin’ with detectives
I’m in Lint, see me up in my section
Mixin’ D’USSÉ in my beverage
Drive the whip, like it’s a stoley
N**gas really from the trenches
Hood Fav, my city love me like
I went and won the election
She got a*s, ain’t got no figures
They just groupies, they not with us
S**t get spooky
He turned his back on gang
For a little small change, that boy is a sellout
I go on private planes
Go right to the stage, and the shows all sell out
Life is a movie, still in the shootin’
My brothers and we never fell out
Pull up in spooky
Them b**ches eyes get wide like Get Out
She wipe me down like Boosie
After I get in her mind, ‘ight, I’ma head out
Feel like Biggie with the Coogi
Big body leave with all the h*es from the let out
All these toys and tools
When we see the boys in blue, See six, we yell out
If the boy confused
My shooter don’t let s**t slide, he lettin’ the lead out…
Written by Jay Critch
Album: Jugg Season
Produced by AXL Beats
Jay Critch | 2022
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