StanWill, Bankroll Reese - Critical lyrics

(Damn, that shit slap, Bam)

Double D's on the chop, it's too erotic
Whole plate from the deep sea
 it's too exotic
Brought the gang in this bitch
Got the troops beside me
Bro aiming for that McNugget
He don't shoot the body
Boy, these niggas all cap
Like they hold shift
Size 28 Amiri jeans and they hold shit
I could call the plug "Shaq"
How he throw bricks
And the opps could be Cottonelle
They ain't on shit

We gon' fuck and then dip, bitch, do your job
Told her, "Right foot, left foot, bitch
Toosie Slide"
Heard you fucking with the opps
Better choose a side
Bitch, you got the trap jumping
More than a Boosie live and we got scams
Probably more than a Bible of 'em
Get gassed up by yo gang
You gon' die because of 'em
All my niggas masked up like
I ride with Muslims
Stan got so many damn pieces
He combined a puzzle

In a spaceship with Lando, Calrissian
Jumped in the deep, turned into an amphibian
Huh i'll send the opps to oblivion
Whole gang running with a torch, we Olympians
Tryna add up the drip? That's a math test
Wouldn't even tell a bitch I love
Her with my last breath
If he don't play it right, get his ass left
Bro'll up TEC and let it blow
Get his ass reffed

My side bitch gave me top, she a quotient
I been sipping out the pot, where the potion?
That's why y'all niggas falling off
Y'all ain't know shit
Won't let me in them doors
I'm gon' knock till it's open
Fuck it, nigga, kick the door down
Used to charge a hunnid for a feature
I need more now play Dominoes with yo bitch
Knock the whore down
Tried to rob me? Rest in
Peace shirts in store now

Punch and slide, I'm a ice skating boxer
Fuck a text book
Had the slides in the locker
Fancy-ass taste
Did the rice with the lobster
You can ask the opps what
It's like up at Swanson
My oldhead forty with that 9, he a pedophile
Fuck being one when I die, I'm a legend now
Twelve hunnid on some kicks
Just to step around
So that's twelve hunnid on they necks
I ain't stepping down

I been chasing cheese, dukes like
"What got into you?"
Mama, I been on the block with them criminals
Niggas' rap stories category?
Probably fictional
Nigga, I been out here chasing
Racks like a tennis shoe
You niggas couldn't do the same if
It was ten of you i been steady coming up
I'm near the pinnacle
I don't ever see the opps
Think they invisible i'm in good condition
You try me and you in critical

They like
Why I go at the strip eating lamb chops?
Ain't no more Stanley, I'm the man now
Funny how they used to ho but they fans now
Skinny-ass jeans, hoes like how the bands pop
Jumped in that bag and I zipped it, huh
If it's not the holidays but I'm gifted, huh
Like he at the Power House, get him lifted
Catch him pouring Act'
Brodie living life scripted

Y'all done fuck up
Me and Stan on the same track
Dive in that water
I'ma aim where his waves at
These hoes used to play me
I ran the game back
Crying 'bout a bitch? Boy
I'm sick you done came that

If you ain't SB, you ain't gang, slatt
Said I couldn't bring the Glock
In but I remained strapped
If everybody turnt, where the lames at?
Thinking we ain't up? Where the
Fuck is yo brain at?