Twisted ft. Kidd Kritical Lyrics

Uh, Yeah, Ayy Its Kritical Baby

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa

Its Kritical Baby, Whoa

Yeah, Ayy, Yeah, Yeah, Okay

I got them VVs on my neck, some people call it chandelier

Never leave the house without my tool, they boutta face some fears

When I'm jumpin' in this ride, I hit the gas, I'm shiftin' gears

Gotta check in with them Loada Boyz before you come in here

Boy, what? What you gotta say like what you tryna do

Boy what?, better stand on business cause my niggas shoot at you

Boy what?, done with, all this lovin' so I'm hoppin' in the stu

Boy what?, gotta make this paper, I'ma never favor you

When I step up in this club, my diamonds never lost it

I'm Drippin' wet and every way its runnin' like a faucet

I pray to God like every day with heart and then I cross it

It's me that verses me, I tell myself I always got it

I got that ice up on my wrist, up on my fit, I feel like Frozone

I got her on my finger, bouncin' up and down like yo-yo

She kissin' on my chin, she lick her lips, it taste like froyo

We poppin' at the party, pull up, limo take a photo

Been poppin' perks, been poppin' pills, been poppin' Oxycodone

We pulled up in a blacked out coupe with smoke rollin' out the window

Got Kritical in the back, we rollin' up, we smoke that indo

And if you gotta problem, best believe we goin toe to toe

I got this peach twisted tea, its twistin me, so I'm twistin' you

We on to you, we on the move, we poppin' outside with the crew

Poppin' outside why you beein so rude, we stick to the money like glue

When you see this shit from a birds-eye view, with somethin' like this, who knew

You a broke boy bitch that can't do shit, your money will never go through

I get deja vu when I'm with your bitch, I jump in that shit like a pool

I'm eatin fondue in the back of the room, cause you don't wanna be with you

You hatin' the player that's been in' the game, I aint dealin with attitude (whoa, whoa, whoa)