sons & critics

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, whoa Don't front, you was just where I live, whoa, whoa Hold my cousin elevator in his crib, whoa, whoa Hold my baby pictures, probably on his fridge, whoa, whoa 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 They playin' right long, they ain't talkin' on the phone We got Telfar bags, watch your taste level on? Mine is pgLang, no you didn't hear wrong Hold that bag, thirteen-hundred, take your peachy ass home Oh, you a psychic ho? Get your lil' ouija ass on Say he takin' care of you, he just cut the gas on Okay, baby, get your money, hit me when you're back on I'm jaded to the hustle, prove my critic ass wrong 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 Your last one told me that she 'bout to bounce back I give her backstrokes, ew, now she mad Oh, you really thought you had one? You ain't had to sweat one, wanna fuck, she hot Seven million for my last one Listen boys, listen up, listen quick If your bitch ain't black, don't pose for the pic Deep down we all know the hoes really hate that shit Fuck that ordinary bitch, get you an insane bitch I'm a philosopher, she a brain doctor Pg headquarters, in the field playing soccer Heart of the team, number ten on my locker Ayy, you niggas silly, boy, hot sauce on your, boy What you look like flying in? Stay your ass in null and void Told myself these hoes ain't shit, and niggas always makin' noise Had to flip ten million with 'em, big investments with the (woo) 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