Hit Jay Critch (Ft. Desiigner)

[Chorus: Desiigner & Jay Critch]
They want me make a hit
So I'mma make a hit
Then I'mma date your bitch
Then I'mma take your bitch
She said don't fuck up the Xan'
I make up a lot of new flows
Got bitches stackin' and pourin'
I'mma just stack it and throw it
You niggas just stack it to show it
Movin' racks and the pack and we pour it
I might get me some cash and blow it
But I still got a bag, you know it
Hold up
You cannot see through this whip, 'cause the windows is tinted
Pour up, we gotta celebrate, we was broke for a minute

[Verse 1: Desiigner]
I'm sippin' too much in Tokyo
I make your girl catch the holy ghost
Niggas ran up and I grab the toy
Diamonds dancing, that's Goyard
I'm overnight catching hangovers
She over night bingin' friends over
We overnight with the gang over
We overnight, then we bang over
I'm gettin' rich for days
I'm in this shit for days
Pick up some choppers, we blast at em
You gettin' hit, if the Math add up
Shawty pull up at the trap house
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I know not to talk, if feds grab me
After the party, we hit ground