david halo - x66 CRITICAL HIT COMBO Lyrics

F*ck it! F*ck it! Hey, ayy (A presentation by myself)
Different colors in the van, I'm just feelin myself
F*ck it! F*ck it! Yo

I was trippin off Ibuprofen since I was six
I was really bout it, now I want Jimmy Fallon
We should put em on the shelf we know that he's a relic
So when I'm cuttin through the dust, I know that he's angelic
Key to where Hell is, I need it bigger, I need em jealous
So when I tell em that I hate em I can oversell it
I say that shit like I wasn't sweeter than watermelon
I beat the demons, unlocked chakras, that's yours to tell em
Bonafide big bird bitches, 3 piece
Hit the Popeyes chicken, she don't like it she can leave
Got some WiFi issues, piss em off and pay the fee
I will die with my riches, I'm gon take it to the grave
I'm gon whip it like a slave, huh
Jumpin out the face like a blackhead
Posted with a stick like I'm Moses, no fat kid
Tried to start a motherf*cking case
Cause I was stealing out the cornucopia back in the day
But I would pay the $5.99 back
I kept the change and my dad got hella f*ckin mad
Pissed off, now I'm sippin crystal with a nobody
With a porn body, she the fourth one
I don't even owe her none
I looked at her and said, uh

I can read your mind baby, it ain't no surprise
I could see the future baby, I can see the light
Louis Vuitton the box baby, pink when outta sight
66 crit hit combo, on the guys

4s creased, I was f*cking jumpin out the nosebleeds
I ain't taking damage from the fall, hit the floor seats
Blood, blood on my white mattress
Bitch I am high fashion, bitch I'm the guiding captain
Bro was moving keys, keys, all white like Walter
Off-White on the shoulder, make em bite into the soles
VVS the cuff, I thought that I was on parole
Keeping on the muffs so Ion hear no bull
Goon shit
Keep the halos over me, these bitches know I'm ruthless
Fighting inner demons, make these angels feel they useless
I could make your whole f*cking night if you ain't doin shit
I could change your whole f*cking life, on some new shit
I ain't even get started yet
I could buy the car I just don't where to park it yet
F*ck about the bars, shape this shit like I'm an architect
I don't sell drugs, blow the dust off like an artifact
On a pig's radar, I was jumpin in a Cadillac
I don't want the money motherf*cka you could have it back
War wounds, got a thousand shooters in my habitat
You can't see the vision like a cataract
I just left space
She was talking tough to me, I put her in her place
Rollies on me dancing, I got diamonds in the face
Buy the whole estate, bitch I'm driving off the edge
Bitch I'm driving off the ledge
I'm a vampire in the flesh, no, in the cut
You f*ck with me, you know what's up
I got the keys, I keep it locked
I bite with teeth, need robitussin
Booted up, we 0 for nothing
I'm a beast, I love destruction
Veins are leaking like they busted, okay

I can read your mind baby, it ain't no surprise
I could see the future baby, I can see the light
Louis Vuitton the box baby, pink when outta sight
66 crit hit combo, on the guys

Grand Theft Auto, I was jumpin in a wraith
Grand Theft Auto, Profit Plus Money Gang
Precision, Departure, Halos, f*ck it (88 Radio)
Yo (Naturally, you f*ck with me?)
(Hey man, it's uh, it's Timothy
Um, what was I gonna ask, um
I, uh, I know you're a busy man
Y'know, makin, making beats and raps and crap
Um, but uh, just give me a call back at *censored*
Okay, Timothy *censored* at *censored*
Alright man, see ya later)