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Did It Again
Jay Critch

[Hook: Jay Critch]

Came up on some bands

Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants

He did it again

Damn I did it again, damn that boy shitted again

Juuging again, that boy juuging again

Did he just hit another lick? damn

Did he just run off with your shit? damn

Did he just pull up in a whip? damn

Did he just fuck another bitch? yup

And she just did one hundred tricks, damn

She a freaky lil bitch

Smoking dope out the breeze, out the whip

Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands

Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands

[Post-Hook: Jay Critch]

Wear the Balmain like a Nike check

I be ballin' like Mike and them

I got two TECs like I fight the ref

Pussy boy know it's on sight for him

Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands

Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands

[Post-Hook: Jay Critch]

Wear the Balmain like a Nike check

I be ballin' like Mike and them

I got two TECs like I fight the ref

Pussy boy know it's on sight for him

Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands

Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands

[Verse 1: Jay Critch]

I seen that cash from afar

I go to work for them bands, see the scars

My weed make you dance with the stars

Supersize my pockets, I'm living large

McQueen gold on the scarf

My shooters come out after dark

I been 730 from the start

It's KD, yeah that young boy go hard

I came through it all in designer

These bitches on me like piranhas

My bitch a G, she'll align ya

They like goddamn where you find her

Ass so fat gotta climb her

Ass so fat gotta climb her

I'ma fuck that girl then go rewind her

I got hoes poppin' up like reminders

Niggas folding up like a binder

Ain't no holding up, I'm on fire

I be ballin' out, 49ers

I be boolin' out like recliners

We gon' shoot it out when we find ya

I'ma stack it up like a diner

I'ma stack it up like the diner

No I stack it up like the waffle house

With this ho we got nothing to talk about

I'ma hit it then tell her to walk it out

I wanna talk to this guap when I'm talking now

All my niggas keep yops and we walk around

All my niggas talkin' them digits

Baby I talk it, I live it

How he ballin', girl he moving his pivot

Told Vic pull up with some bitches

Got the Henny in my cup, got a couple lil sluts

They gon' do it for the buzz

I know she gon' give it up

[Hook: Jay Critch]

Came up on some bands

Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants

He did it again

Damn I did it again, damn that boy shitted again

Juuging again, that boy juuging again

Did he just hit another lick? damn

Did he just run off with your shit? damn

Did he just pull up in a whip? damn

Did he just fuck another bitch? yup

And she just did one hundred tricks, damn

She a freaky lil bitch

Smoking dope out the breeze, out the whip

Bitch I'm smoking weed in the six

Some of my niggas bloods, some of 'em crips

[Post-Hook: Jay Critch]

Wear the Balmain like a Nike check

I be ballin' like Mike and them

I got two TECs like I fight the ref

Pussy boy know it's on sight for him

Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands

Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]

Bitch I be ballin' like Mike and them

Way too much Act, get a Sprite for him

Fuck her one time, bought the ho a Benz

I'm breaking her off, tell her bring her friends

Fuck up a check, I got plenty

You mad cause your pockets is empty

Brooklyn, pull up in a Bentley

She suckin' me up and I bust on her titty

The roof went missing again

Racks on me, walk around with a ten

They hating on you, they don't want you to win

Rich forever, we done did it again

[Hook: Jay Critch]

Came up on some bands

Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants

He did it again

Damn I did it again, damn that boy shitted again

Juuging again, that boy juuging again

Did he just hit another lick? damn

Did he just run off with your shit? damn

Did he just pull up in a whip? damn

Did he just fuck another bitch? yup

And she just did one hundred tricks, damn

She a freaky lil bitch

Smoking dope out the breeze, out the whip

Bitch I'm smoking weed in the six

Some of my niggas bloods, some of 'em crips

[Post-Hook: Jay Critch]

Wear the Balmain like a Nike check

I be ballin' like Mike and them

I got two TECs like I fight the ref

Pussy boy know it's on sight for him

Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands

Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
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