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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Critch
Jay Critch
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Jahmir Lacon
Jonathan Jahmir Lacon
Songwriter
Jason Cole Critchlow
Jason Cole Critchlow
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J6
J6
Producer
Jayyplugz
Jayyplugz
Producer
Jonathan Jahmir Lacon
Jonathan Jahmir Lacon
Producer
DeVonne "Knice On The Sonics" Knights
DeVonne "Knice On The Sonics" Knights
Mixing Engineer
NDA
NDA
Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Jay, faz um plug pra mim)
(Ayo, J6, turn that up)
Ayy
[Chorus]
They askin' how I'm doin', I'm like, "Take a guess" (Take a guess)
What can I say? I can't complain, I'm feelin' blessed (What can I say?)
I count the backend and it's right on to the next one (Right on to the next one)
And why you whisperin'? Boy, say that with your chest, uh (Say that with your chest)
This shit knockin', it's like, "Who there?" (This shit knockin')
They be talkin' 'bout a bunch of nothin', it's like, "Who cares?" (Who cares?)
Only stay around some real ones, you know they too rare (Yeah)
Shoutout to Philly, diamonds dancin' just like 2Rare (Ice)
Light shit up like it's New Year's (Light shit up)
[Verse 1]
Ayy, back overseas and I flew there (Back overseas)
Jump on the stage and I'm wildin' (I'm wildin'), white girls yellin', like, "Booyah" (Booyah)
I'm in the coupe with your boo, yeah (Ayy)
Ice on me makin' it cool, yeah (Hey)
Sippin' the juice, not Kool-Aid (Lean)
I swear everything cool, yeah (Everything cool, yeah)
Uh, but I remember when it wasn't cool (Wasn't cool)
We used to go hit a lick after school (Jugg)
You could just give me the pack, I'ma move it
Real finesser, like, who is you foolin'?
Sit back and watch how they be movin' (How)
I see you pickin' and choosin'
Her ass fat and she know how to move it (She know how to move it)
She's super bad and she know what she doin' with it (Super bad)
I tell her, "Throw it back," and it shakin' the room (Shakin' the room, ayy, baddie)
She wanna get geeked up, wanna take a lil' 'shrooms (Take a lil' 'shrooms, uh, geeked)
Big-body pullin' up, better tell 'em to move (Ayy, move out the way, ayy, skrrt)
I'm thinkin' 'bout cash shit, it been on my mind all day (Hey)
I know they be talkin' and feelin' all kind of ways, but I got some time today (I got some time today)
Look, brodie, he came with the diamond face
And you know what time I'm on, shit, let's see what the diamonds say
I might just go get 'em lined today (Buh)
But me and brodie gon' find a way (Jugg)
We hit a jugg in the backyard and we had to go climb the gate (Yeah)
Had to hide and wait, uh
Alright, let's go, hold up, nah, just wait (Nah)
Coast is clear, alright, alright, we safe (Hey, jugg)
[Chorus]
They askin' how I'm doin', I'm like, "Take a guess" (Take a guess)
What can I say? I can't complain, I'm feelin' blessed (Ayy, blessed up)
I count the backend and it's right on to the next one (Right on to the next one)
And why you whisperin'? Boy, say that with your chest, uh (Say that with your chest)
This shit knockin', it's like, "Who there?" (This shit knockin')
They be talkin' 'bout a bunch of nothin', it's like, "Who cares?" (It's like, "Who cares?")
Only stay around some real ones, you know they too rare (Rare)
Shoutout to Philly, diamonds dancin' just like 2Rare (Ice)
Light shit up like it's New Year's (Light shit up)
[Verse 2]
Spent some bands on some Louis and some rare shit (Louis)
One-of-one, hard to find, yeah, she rare (Yeah, she rare)
Uh, in the foreign, it's all bloody, medium rare (Bloody, bloody)
I see these rappers switchin' sides, musical chairs (What?)
I'm goin' up like I'm on the stairs (Yeah)
Streets is cold, I'm comin' prepared (Comin' prepared)
Bro clear it out, put smoke the air (Buh)
Now this shit clear, huh? (Now this shit clear)
Oh, I think somebody's scared, huh? (Huh)
Bad bitch face down, rear up (Baddie)
Keep it a buck, she a real one (She a real one)
That pussy on Jacuzzi (What?)
And they postin' guns up on the 'Gram, that shit kind of stupid (Stupid)
Bitch, I'm from the towns, we don't show it 'til it's time to use it (From the towns)
Pick up a bag like it's McDonald's, I'm just drivin' through it (Drivin' through)
I was broke, had to find my groove, now look at my influence (Find my groove, groovy)
Ayy, my city, they shootin', they keep throwin' (Grrah)
Ayy, keep throwin' (Baow), ass fat, girl, keep throwin' it (Hey, 'til it's up)
Keep throwin' (Yeah), hit from the back, she keep throwin' (Ayy)
She like, "Don't stop" (Woah), she like, "Keep goin'" (Hey)
[Chorus]
They askin' how I'm doin', I'm like, "Take a guess" (Take a guess)
What can I say? I can't complain, I'm feelin' blessed (Ayy, blessed up)
I count the backend and it's right on to the next one (Right on to the next one)
And why you whisperin'? Boy, say that with your chest, uh (Say that with your chest)
This shit knockin', it's like, "Who there?" (This shit knockin')
They be talkin' 'bout a bunch of nothin', it's like, "Who cares?" (It's like, "Who cares?")
Only stay around some real ones, you know they too rare (Rare)
Shoutout to Philly, diamonds dancin' just like 2Rare (Ice)
Light shit up like it's New Year's (Light shit up)
Written by: Jason Cole Critchlow, Jonathan Jahmir Lacon
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