Critical

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[Intro] (Damn, that shit slap) (Bam) [Verse 1: StanWill] 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 [Verse 2: Bankroll Reese] 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 [Verse 3: StanWill] 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 [Verse 4: Bankroll Reese] 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 [Verse 5: StanWill] 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 [Verse 6: Bankroll Reese] 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 [Verse 7: StanWill] 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 [Verse 8: Bankroll Reese] 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 [Verse 9: StanWill] 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?