Raven - CRITICAL HIT Lyrics

I don't mean to be crass
Pull up beat a dweeb ass, leave him layin' on the flo (Yee, yee yee)
Airbnb, bad bitches in it shakin' ass and we playin' with the blow
Tell her "Eat a B fast" then a youngin do the dash, I ain't stayin' with the hoe (I can't, I can't)
If you need it, please ask
I'ma pull up with the pack, boy I'm stayin' with the dope (Skrt)
And I'm prayin' that the load comin' in gon' show
I'm stayin' out the way, blowin' Indo smoke
Ten toes low in a Rick O coat
Any minute I could tick, give him ten mo' holes (Bitch)
Big rounds hit the foundation of his house, make it limbo, woah (Woah, woah)
Dip out on the backstreet, I ain't with the boys
Youngin, we some men totin poles (Okay)
No homo (Huh?)
I ain't frontin', boy this ain't a pro bono (Nope)
Bring the money up front or meet the .44 (Blaow)
I ain't playin' games youngin I go loco (Yup)
Especially if I been messin' with the coco (Yup)
Oh no, thrown bows hit critical spots, he leakin' (He is)
DTE the crew, we wreakin (What?) havoc on the game, pull up and they fleein' (Where you goin'?)
Tryin' to retreat but we follow 'em and let the heat eat, hundred round drum on the DT (Yeah)
She spread her legs, shove a hundred pills in the pussy
She the only one we know that got a deep V (Damn)
Big bird shit comin' down on about every single youngin that don't practice what they preaching (Yup)
Emerging from the smoke cloud that we made and every particle of that came from a weed leaf
Exceeding what they was expecting
I be doin' youngins like a pill, I'm pressing
Pullin' out the sword, this shit finna get messy
Kickin' down the door on a youngin while he resting
"No more" what they yellin' but I'm getting a whole lot more than if I would've just let be (Yee)
My lore what these youngins inspecting
Came up off the floor now I'm up there where the jets be
Blessings
I don't mean to be crass
Pull up beat a dweeb ass, leave him layin' on the flo (Yee, yee yee)
Airbnb, bad bitches in it shakin' ass and we playin' with the blow
Tell her "Eat a B fast" then a youngin do the dash, I ain't stayin' with the hoe (I can't, I can't)
If you need it, please ask
I'ma pull up with the pack, boy I'm stayin' with the dope (Skrt)
And I'm prayin' that the load comin' in gon' show
I'm stayin' out the way, blowin' Indo smoke
Ten toes low in a Rick O coat
Any minute I could tick, give him ten mo' holes (Bitch)
Big rounds hit the foundation of his house, make it limbo, woah (Woah, woah)
Dip out on the backstreet, I ain't with the boys
Youngin, we some men totin poles