​rob dyrdek ​cr1tter

[Intro]
(Cr1tter) (I don't even wanna hear it)
(Cr1tter) (I don't even wanna hear it)
(Cr1t-cr1tter) (I don't even wanna hear it)
(I don't even wanna hear it)

[Chorus]
Should've, could've, would've, I don't even wanna hear it
Shh, talking that ridiculousness, Rob Dyrdek
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Bitch, huh)
Should've, could've, would've I don't even wanna hear it
Shh, talking that ridiculousness, Rob Dyrdek
Yеah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

[Verse]
I been in the mix for a minute, you ain't even near it
You can't tell me shit, I'm so fitted, I might kiss a mirror
Talking all that shit, just to switch, you're so insincere
I ain't gonna tell you twice, bitch, you better listen here
I wouldn't even fuck you hypothetically
Fishy like tilapia, nasty like celery
Cr1tter.n3t mafia, high class pedigree
Vivienne Westwood, all of my accessories
My Uber driver said I smell good, real good
Smoking on this weed, lil' bitch, I feel good, real good
Walking down fairfax, getting' stared at
I've seen you on the ‘gram begging for some spare racks
You got hella split ends need a hair mask
Walking in designer, used to walk in Air Max
Bitch, you're so lost need a Apple Air Tag
I'm so locked in, like a bear trap