Critical Condition Jackboy (Ft. YFN Lucci)

[Intro]
48 Hertz
ForeignGotEm
Prezzley P. get you popped, nigga (Get your ass popped, boy)

[Chorus: Jackboy]
Niggas keep on saying that they gon' slide, but I ain’t hearing it
'Cause bih when you look up in my eye, you see no fear in it
That ho know I’m serious, ran up them racks, fast and furious
'Cause she know I gotta keep that heat, niggas envious
'Cause she know I gotta keep that heat or they gon' finish ya
He just gon' throw shots at you before he throw subliminals
Criminal, riding 'round town tryna get physical
Hella smoke, we gon' smoke his ass like he medical

[Verse 1: Jackboy]
Hella smoke, we gon' smoke his ass like he medical
Vegetable, we gon' turn that boy into a vegetable
Surgical, big Glock, ooh, I’m getting surgicial
Marching with my soldiers, turn that bitch into a musical
Pull up shoot a nigga like I do a music video
Pull up shoot a nigga then I go into the studio
Did a hit, then dropped the hit, then got it on the radio
Stupid jit, the streets is lit, should’ve stayed on the patio
Hella smoke, ooh, smoke his ass, make him overdose
Hella smoke, talkin' all the smoke, watch that nigga choke
No average Joe, but he buy the store and he selling coke
Tag a toe, he’ll wack a hoe, body bag a hoe