Music Video
Jay Critch x Rich The Kid "Did It Again" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
Top Songs By Jay Critch
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Critch
Vocals
Rich The Kid
Vocals
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
808shawty
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Came up with some bands
Balmain the sweater
Truey the pants
He did it again
Damn, I did it again
Damn, that boy shitted again
Jigging again
That boy jigging again
Did he just hit another lick? Damn
Did he just run off with your shit? Damn
Did he just pull up in a whip? Damn
Did he just fuck another bitch? Yup
And she just did a hundred tricks, damn
She a freaky lil bitch
Smoking dope, hide the breeze out the whip
[Verse 2]
Yeah, hand fall of grams
Other hand full of them bands
Whoa, hand full of grams
Other hand full of them bands
[Verse 3]
Hey, I wear the Balmain like a Nike Tech
I be ballin' like Mike and them
I got two TEC's like I fight the ref
Pussy boy know it's on sight for him
[Verse 4]
Yeah, hand fall of grams
Other hand full of them bands
Hey, hand full of grams
Other hand full of them bands
[Verse 5]
Wear the Balmain like a Nike Tech
I be ballin' like Mike and them
I got two TEC's like I fight the ref
Pussy boy know it's on sight for him
[Verse 6]
Yeah, hand fall of grams
Other hand full of them bands
Whoa, hand full of grams
Other hand full of them bands
[Verse 7]
I seen that cash from afar
I go to work for them bands, see the scars
My weed make you dance with the stars
Supersize my pockets, I'm livin' large
McQueen gold on the scarf
My shooters come out after dark
I been 730 from the start
It's KD, yeah, that young boy go hard
[Verse 8]
Ay, I came through it all in designer
Ay, these bitches on me like piranhas
My bitch a G, she'll align ya
They like, "Goddamn, where you find her?"
Ass so fat, gotta climb her
Ass so fat, gotta climb her
I'ma fuck that girl, then go rewind her
I got hoes poppin' up like reminders
[Verse 9]
**** foldin' up like a binder
Ain't no holdin' up, I'm on fire
I be ballin' out, 49ers
I be boolin' out like recliners
We gon' shoot it out when we find ya
I'ma stack it up like a diner
I'ma stack it up like a diner
No, I stack it up like the Waffle House
With this hoe, we got nothin' to talk about
I'ma hit it, then tell her to walk it out
I'm attached to this guap, what I'm talkin' now
All my **** keep yops and we walk around
[Verse 10]
All my **** talkin' them digits
Baby, I talk it, I live it
How he ballin'? Girl, he movin' his pivot
Told Vic, pull up with some bitches
Got the Henny in my cup
Got a couple lil sluts
They gon' do it for the buzz
I know she gon' give it up
[Verse 11]
Came up with some bands
Balmain the sweater
Truey the pants
He did it again
Damn, I did it again
Damn, that boy shitted again
Jigging again
That boy jigging again
Did he just hit another lick? Damn
Did he just run off with your shit? Damn
Did he just pull up in a whip? Damn
Did he just fuck another bitch? Yup
And she just did a hundred tricks, damn
She a freaky lil bitch
Smoking dope, hide the breeze out the whip
Bitch, I'm smoking weed in the 6
Some of my **** Bloods, some of 'em Crips
[Verse 12]
Wear the Balmain like a Nike Tech
I be ballin' like Mike and them
I got two TEC's like I fight the ref
Pussy boy know it's on sight for him
Yeah, hand fall of grams
Other hand full of them bands
Whoa, hand full of grams
Other hand full of them bands
[Verse 13]
I be ballin' like Mike and them
[Verse 14]
Bitch, I be ballin' like Mike and them
Way too much act, get a Sprite for him
Fuck her one time, bought the ho a Benz
I'm breaking her off, tell her bring her friends
Fuck up a check, I got plenty
You mad 'cause your pockets is empty
Brooklyn pull up in a Bentley
She suckin' me up and I bust on her titty
The roof went missin' again
Racks on me, walk around with a 10
They hatin' on you, they don't want you to win
Rich forever, we done did it again
[Verse 15]
Came up with some bands
Balmain the sweater
Truey the pants
He did it again
Damn, I did it again
Damn, that boy shitted again
Jigging again
That boy jigging again
Did he just hit another lick? Damn
Did he just run off with your shit? Damn
Did he just pull up in a whip? Damn
Did he just fuck another bitch? Yup
And she just did a hundred tricks, damn
She a freaky lil bitch
Smoking dope, hide the breeze out the whip
Bitch, I'm smoking weed in the 6
Some of my **** Bloods, some of 'em Crips
[Verse 16]
Hey, I wear the Balmain like a Nike Tech
I be ballin' like Mike and them
I got two TEC's like I fight the ref
Pussy boy know it's on sight for him
[Verse 17]
Yeah, hand fall of grams
Other hand full of them bands
Whoa, hand full of grams
Other hand full of them bands
Written by: Dimitri Roger, Jason Critchlow
