Critical lyrics

[Intro]
Shut the f*ck up (Grrah)
You shut the f*ck up and (Oh my god) you’re b*tch, f*ck (Grrah)
Shut the— film me, i'm Instagram famous, you f*cking bum (Woo—hoo)
Shut the f*ck up bum
G—, G—, Get 'em
Hahaha (Get 'em)
Let’s go, yeah, turn up

[Verse]
Tell that n*gga that I woke up like this morning with two whores
I don’t even wanna kill myself, but I’m not suicidal, two doors
Pretty n*gga, I got plenty whores
I f*ck up this n*ggas, I don’t give me my work
n*gga don’t cuff her, it’s a psych ward
b*tch must be too torn
Downtown, third war
Take a sip, n*gga, new world
Pressed up, got hella whores
Hella hoes n*gga, on board
And these n*ggas tryna come through, but they can’t come fourth
Ha, cheap n*gga, i'ma go buy her a bag, I can’t go for it
I was down on my ass n*gga, down bad, but that is now more
[?] to junky ring, I’m fat, n*gga that’s no morе
Oh—, Oh, n*gga that’s your whore
Made a b*tch ride on surf board
Scorе in the trap, I need more
You—, You need to play, my n*gga, I’m good for it
[Outro]
f*ck
(Woo—hoo)