Bluff Jay Critch (Ft. RicoBaby)

[Intro]
Hey
30
Rico what up bro
Whoa, whoa, hey

[Jay Critch Chorus]
Boy you ain’t making or talking no money, really, what can you say to me
I get the cake when its straight out the oven, ice my neck like the bakery
They really be shook, never do nothing, they just got a lot to say to me
You lied for the book, we knew you was bluffing
You don’t really wanna play with me
Last year we was hitting them licks, you niggas still ain’t have shit
Worried about the next man and his chips, nigga you sound like a bitch
I’m getting rich off of making these hits, used to make a pack flip
Hop out some shit you ain’t know it exists, I was with an actress

[Rico Baby Verse 1]
Niggas ain’t spinning no blocks
These niggas ain’t tote with no chops
I gotta run from the cops, these niggas be running from ops
I hit a jug on they block
These niggas they playing they block
I do this shit for my block and I do the shit for D-Block
And I gotta get to the guwop, my niggas be trapping a lot
Just get to the money don’t play with me, these niggas don’t have the same energy
They only play tuff of the hennesy, split through your sides like 30 deep
Got a new clip it’s a 30 piece
When this bitch shoot Steph Curry heat
And you pussy niggas can't lie to me, on point come and try me
Way drive where I be, with the 30 gang right beside me
On the corner store with the ID
Got the good work call me Papi, I don’t find fiends man they find me
And I got it lit like a hobby