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Jay Critch
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Hey 30 Rico what up bro Whoa, whoa, hey Boy you ain’t making or talking no money, really, what can you say to me I get the cake when its straight out the oven, ice my neck like the bakery They really be shook, never do nothing, they just got a lot to say to me You lied for the book, we knew you was bluffing You don’t really wanna play with me Last year we was hitting them licks, you n***as still ain’t have sh*t Worried about the next man and his chips, n***a you sound like a b*t*h I’m getting rich off of making these hits, used to make a pack flip Hop out some sh*t you ain’t know it exists, I was with an actress n***as ain’t spinning no blocks These n***as ain’t tote with no chops I gotta run from the cops, these n***as be running from ops I hit a jug on they block These n***as they playing they block I do this sh*t for my block and I do the sh*t for D-Block And I gotta get to the guwop, my n***as be trapping a lot Just get to the money don’t play with me, these n***as don’t have the same energy They only play tuff of the hennesy, split through your sides like 30 deep Got a new clip it’s a 30 piece When this b*t*h shoot Steph Curry heat And you pu**y n***as can't lie to me, on point come and try me Way drive where I be, with the 30 gang right beside me On the corner store with the ID Got the good work call me Papi, I don’t find fiends man they find me And I got it lit like a hobby
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