Critical lyrics
by Young Thug
[Chorus]
My wrist critical, My b*tch critical
My dawgs they ready, These sticks ready too
Connect the machete, they gotta regroup
No limit we ready, my diamonds pitiful
Gangbanging pitiful, our dab is pitiful
Shooting crap is pitiful, A Thousand for my haircut my naps are pitiful
We f*cked around an hung ya, that razor cut my tongue up
[Verse 1]
And we smoking gas dawg I done f*cked my lungs up
Jump into a n*gga brawl like kowabunga
Sent my hoe with the law n*gga
Tell me when they bombin us, oouu (Here I go dawg)
Can't believe im blowing up yeah
Tic-Tac-Toe them hoes
Imma f*ck that b*tch outdoors
I snuck in with that snug 4-4
I feel like Hercules and G.I Joe
Thesе b*tches looking just to see how it goes
Kill some to talk about and a lil morе
She is what she is n*gga, you know how it go
Go get it how you live n*gga stеal from your hoe
I need a vacuum seal take a trip to the store
My hoe came from Korea, I got her off a boat
Ionno who she is, but I heard 'bout the throat
And I still ain't f*ck that b*tch, I think I'm the pope (Wooh)
[Chorus]
My wrist critical, My b*tch critical
My dawgs they ready, These sticks ready too
Connect the machete, they gotta regroup
No limit we ready, my diamonds pitiful
Gangbanging pitiful, our dab is pitiful
Shooting crap is pitiful, A Thousand for my haircut my naps are pitiful
We f*cked around an hung ya, that razor cut my tongue up
[Verse 2]
Put racks on top my racks
Put silencers on my gacks
Want only green like Shrek, straight f*ck the Judge like that yea
b*tch suck my di*k yea, trynna hurt my heart when we smoking cigarettes
My momma living large she got ice around her neck
Your son a gangster prince, I got ice around my TEC
High speed chase I throw them bricks out
Let her take the charge for get that b*tch out
Steady hustling hard like I'm Rick Ross
You can get it hard, you can get it soft
Play I'm on your head like critic hair
f*ck em leave em, dead spill em there (Oou)
[Chorus]
My wrist critical, My b*tch critical
My dawgs they ready, These sticks ready too
Connect the machete, they gotta regroup
No limit we ready, my diamonds pitiful
Gangbanging pitiful, our dab is pitiful
Shooting crap is pitiful, A Thousand for my haircut my naps are pitiful
We f*cked around an hung ya, that razor cut my tongue up