Lights Jay Critch (Ft. Skillibeng)

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[Intro: Jay Critch]
(C— C— Cozier)
Ayy
Hood Fave
Talk Money global
Ayy
Skilli, what the fuck is up?
Hey

[Chorus: Jay Critch]
Uh, pour it out like mattress
Glock with a stick, make the boy do backflips
Clean money, and it's dirty money in the trap shit (Jugg, jugg)
Nigga playing 'round with the math, get subtracted
Bad bitch, I pay for her hair and her lashes
Shooters spin your block, hit you up, get lacious
Jumping out the whip like lights, camera, action
Gotta keep a clip, if it's smoke, then it's ashes

[Verse 1: Jay Critch]
Come hit a lick, stretch like gymnastics
I used to go have to steal, I got past it
Send out the packs and they came with the tracking
Shooters start searching, the shooters gon' track him
Feel like Usain, nigga been doing laps on
I ran it up, it's a whole lot of racks on
That pussy wet, she gon' go throw it back for me
I need the jet and I need the Maybach for me