sons & critics freestyle Baby Keem

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[Verse 1]
You a critic, boy, shut the fuck up
I'm a freak ho, hit her, dawg, and I'm in the cut
She on white, 'cause I energize her way too much
If we got up on a pic, ho, it's time to pick it up, up, up, up
And my neck King Tut, ah-ha-ha
I go up with the goons if I must, ah-ha-ha
And my bitch always catch a nut, ah-ha-ha
Double D's, but she throw the B's up, ah-ha-ha
Ayy, this that big road rage, this ain't one-way street
Time to flip the regime, welcome to the new me
She don't know when I land, but she know when I leave
This that raw and uncut, this that young Hykeem
Bitch, dressed in Vogue, she's a slim one, woah
Don't front, you was just where I livе, woah, woah
Ho, my cousin elevator in his crib, woah, woah
Ho, my baby pictures probably on his fridgе, woah, woah

[Chorus]
It's a lot of sponge around me
Lot of sons around me, real ones are drowning
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho
It's a lot of funds around me
Rap sons around me, get the fuck from 'round me
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho