Jay Critch Red And Blue

Aye, yea

Know what the fuck it is

Talk Money Gang

Jay Critch featuring Vendetta you know what the fuck is up bro

It don’t matter where I go

Big Domi in this bitch

Aye

I’m ahead of you, Balenci the shoes

Red and blue ducking from red and blues

Come through like a bruise red and blue

I got bloods I got crips get a clue

Hit a stain on the pack of the booth

Give me top in the whip got her legs out the roof

No it ain’t no deuce deuce when we shoot

No we cannot be cool who is you

(Aye)

She gon’ let me fuck then she walk it out

I be stacking bucks till I couldn’t count

Tryna get the fuck out my momma house

Then spend some more bucks on my momma house

I heard the ops don’t want drama now

They heard we brought some new llamas out

Your bitch heard we rock designer now

Your bitch heard we rock designer now

Aye, she all in the condo now

Yea, she swallow now

She give me facetime like we skyping

My pieces hitting like Tyson

That bitch a vacuum like Dyson

That mean she give me the brain

You know the game never change

You know I stay on the wave

She want that old Critch nah I don’t hold hands

She want that young Critch nah I’m a grown man

Niggas on they young shit they ain’t touching no bands

Hit it from the back now she walking like a old man

Ahead of you, Balenci the shoes

Red and blue ducking from red and blues

Come through like a bruise red and blue

I got bloods I got crips get a clue

Hit a stain on the pack of the booth

Give me top in the whip got her legs out the roof

No it ain’t no deuce deuce when we shoot

No we cannot be cool who is you

I fuck her I’m burning some calories

She talk that shit when she mad at me

Off where the thotties be in it at

Four change on me no Olympian

Get that shit and then we movin it that’s a fact

Tap yo ass up with that ruger clap

Humble nigga but im lookin for stupid racks

All my niggas they be with it to take it back

Yeah, aye, hey

She ride like a frixie and she hold my blicky

When shiggy get sticky and that is my bitch yeah

And she with the shits if you disrespect her

Then I empty clips yeah

I really had activist niggas be fronting

My money do back to back to back flips

And I got the racket tense I gotta flip

Her panties leaking dripping out and shit

Popped a xannie I might take your shit

T and me gang

I seen so many niggas that I can’t remember

And my diamonds colder than a winter

If you ask about me you would know im winning

But I’m always sending probably on a mission

Tryna get the digits money never mention

Money never missing (Aye)

Playing shawty like a game

I ain’t with it for the fame getting money make it last

Cause a nigga was ashamed

Shout to home I know the pain

Shout to home I know the pain

Niggas ain’t know the story

That’s why I joined a fucking gang

I’m ahead of you, Balenci the shoes

Red and blue ducking from red and blues

Come through like a bruise red and blue

I got bloods I got crips get a clue

Hit a stain on the pack of the booth

Give me top in the whip got her legs out the roof

No it ain’t no deuce deuce when we shoot

No we cannot be cool who is you