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out the dirt - jay critch lyrics

[intro: jay critch]
ayy

[chorus: jay critch]
f*ck a scholarship, i’ll go get a bag up out of the dirt
i’m never into the politics, i’m a young boss n*gga
n*gga, f*ck what you heard
and i got my cash right, then got back in my ‘burb
stop that hatin’ sh*t, that be the worst
you better act right, we attackin’ ’em first
we was trappin’ out, rappin’ up first
i did a whole lotta dirt and that sh*t might come back to me
that’s why i got all these tools
they tellin’ lies on my name, thinkin’ it won’t get back to me
that sh*t had me confused
i did a whole lotta dirt, that’s why i don’t f*ck with n*ggas
actin’ like they came up with n*ggas
even if we put these .40s down, and we shoot their hands
i bet .40 still slump a n*gga

[verse 1: jay critch]
you better watch your food, keep your eyes on your own plate
where you eatin’? we’re hungry n*ggas
need some food, brodie, give me my own plate
run it up, or they’ll punch you, n*gga
keep it cool soon as he ready to flex
.30s ready to crunch a n*gga
and i just made a move, as soon as i get the check
had to pull up and stunt on n*ggas
i was plottin’, i ain’t have a option
can’t pick one b*tch, i got options
my city lookin’ like gotham
think he a hero ’til .30s come rob him
took a plate for free, i’m baggin’ up kds
tell the hood to come cop ’em
i was makin’ cheese before i was eighteen
and n0body could stop ’em
[chorus: jay critch & fivio foreign]
f*ck a scholarship, i’ll go get a bag up out of the dirt
i’m never into the politics, i’m a young boss n*gga
n*gga, f*ck what you heard
and i got my cash right, then got back in my ‘burb
stop that hatin’ sh*t, that be the worst
you better act right, we attackin’ ’em first
we was trappin’ out, rappin’ up first
i did a whole lotta dirt and that sh*t might come back to me
that’s why i got all these tools
they tellin’ lies on my name, thinkin’ it won’t get back to me
that sh*t had me confused
i did a whole lotta dirt, that’s why i don’t f*ck with n*ggas
actin’ like they came up with n*ggas (ayy)
even if we put these .40s down (baow), and we shoot their hands (ayy)
i bet .40 still slump a n*gga (ayy)

[verse 2: fivio foreign]
don’t let me up a n*gga (don’t let me up a n*gga)
them n*ggas comin’ if i push a b*tton, n*gga (baow)
dyk* b*tch (dyk* b*tch), we don’t f*ck with n*ggas (nah)
i pull up on ’em with a bunch of n*ggas (skrrt)
if them n*ggas opps, then we snuffin’ n*ggas (snuffin’ n*ggas)
frontin’ (frontin’), they frontin’ with you (frontin’ with you)
she ask what i do, i say, “nothin’, n*gga,” uh (ayy, ayy, ayy)
face f*ck for ignition, i don’t have to touch it, n*gga (nah)
fivi’ (fivi’), i’m somethin’, n*gga (i’m somethin’)
(ayy, look, b*tch) i did it perfect (perfect, perfect)
when i pieces to the puzzle, it started workin’
ayy, uh (uh), they sent the addy and we started lurkin’ (ayy)
lookin’ for ’em (lookin’ for ’em), searchin’ (searchin’)
it’s fivio foreign, don’t curve him (uh)
she saw me and started twerkin’ (ayy)
she saw me and started twerkin’ (ayy, ayy)
uh (uh), n*gga throw shade, it hurts him (it hurts him, uh, lil’ b*tch)
but he’s not a regular person (ayy, ayy, ayy)
[chorus: jay critch]
f*ck a scholarship, i’ll go get a bag up out of the dirt
i’m never into the politics, i’m a young boss n*gga
n*gga, f*ck what you heard
and i got my cash right, then got back in my ‘burb
stop that hatin’ sh*t, that be the worst
you better act right, we attackin’ ’em first
we was trappin’ out, rappin’ up first
i did a whole lotta dirt and that sh*t might come back to me
that’s why i got all these tools
they tellin’ lies on my name, thinkin’ it won’t get back to me
that sh*t had me confused
i did a whole lotta dirt, that’s why i don’t f*ck with n*ggas
actin’ like they came up with n*ggas
even if we put these .40s down, and we shoot their hands
i bet .40 still slump a n*gga

- jay critch lyrics

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