Critical lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, that sh*t slap)
(Bam)

[Verse 1: StanWill]
Double D's on the chop, it's too erotic
Whole plate from the deep sea, it's too exotic
Brought the gang in this b*tch, got the troops beside me
Bro aiming for that McNugget, he don't shoot the body
Boy, these n*ggas all cap like they hold shift
Size 28 Amiri jeans and they hold sh*t
I could call the plug "Shaq", how he throw bricks
And the opps could be Cottonelle, they ain't on sh*t

[Verse 2: Bankroll Reese]
We gon' f*ck and then dip, b*tch, do your job
Told her, "Right foot, left foot, b*tch, Toosie Slide"
Heard you f*cking with the opps, better choose a side
b*tch, you got the trap jumping more than a Boosie live
And we got scams, probably more than a Bible of 'em
Get gassed up by yo gang, you gon' die because of 'em
All my n*ggas masked up like I ride with Muslims
Stan got so many damn pieces, he combined a puzzle

[Verse 3: StanWill]
In a spaceship with Lando, Calrissian
Jumped in the deep, turned into an amphibian, huh
I'll send the opps to oblivion
Whole gang running with a torch, we Olympians
Tryna add up the drip? That's a math test
Wouldn't even tell a b*tch I love her with my last breath
If he don't play it right, get his ass left
Bro'll up TEC and let it blow, get his ass reffed
[Verse 4: Bankroll Reese]
My side b*tch gave me top, she a quotient
I been sipping out the pot, where the potion?
That's why y'all n*ggas falling off, y'all ain't know sh*t
Won't let me in them doors, I'm gon' knock till it's open
f*ck it, n*gga, kick the door down
Used to charge a hunnid for a feature, I need more now
Play Dominoes with yo b*tch, knock the whore down
Tried to rob me? Rest in peace shirts in store now

[Verse 5: StanWill]
Punch and slide, I'm a ice skating boxer
f*ck a text book, had the slides in the locker
Fancy-ass taste, did the rice with the lobster
You can ask the opps what it's like up at Swanson
My oldhead forty with that .9, he a pedophile
f*ck being one when I die, I'm a legend now
Twelve hunnid on some kicks just to step around
So that's twelve hunnid on they necks, I ain't stepping down

[Verse 6: Bankroll Reese]
I been chasing cheese, dukes like, "What got into you?"
Mama, I been on the block with them criminals
n*ggas' rap stories category? Probably fictional
n*gga, I been out here chasing racks like a tennis shoe
You n*ggas couldn't do the same if it was ten of you
I been steady coming up, I'm near the pinnacle
I don't ever see the opps, think they invisible
I'm in good condition, you try me and you in critical
[Verse 7: StanWill]
They like, why I go at the strip eating lamb chops?
Ain't no more Stanley, I'm the man now
Funny how they used to ho but they fans now
Skinny-ass jeans, hoes like how the bands pop
Jumped in that bag and I zipped it, huh
If it's not the holidays but I'm gifted, huh
Like he at the Power House, get him lifted
Catch him pouring Act', brodie living life scripted

[Verse 8: Bankroll Reese]
Y'all done f*ck up, me and Stan on the same track
Dive in that water, I'ma aim where his waves at
These hoes used to play me, I ran the game back
Crying 'bout a b*tch? Boy, I'm sick you done came that

[Verse 9: StanWill]
If you ain't SB, you ain't gang, slatt
Said I couldn't bring the Glock in but I remained strapped
If everybody turnt, where the lames at?
Thinking we ain't up? Where the f*ck is yo brain at?