Critical Scene lyrics

[Intro]
(Oh no, it's hot like grabba)

[Chorus]
This n*gga got beat with the back of the G, what the f*ck he gon' do when he clash into me?
Bend back to back that's a critical scene, with the knock on my lap tryna blitz through the T'z, like
Like, why n*ggas mentionin' me when I bend through the opp side and flick for the team?
He tried to run so I turned on the beam, more than [?] tryna front then they ass gettin' steamed
Like, don't make me go up that block with the G2C, I throw shot after shot, wait
He thought he could dip from the knock but got hit in his back and his whole body dropped
[?], he with me he throw up the Wokk, tryna click on a Jet and make his heart stop
The opps never did a thing to my block, why they rappin' 'bout all the scenes they don't got? Like

[Verse]
And we on Flash strip, sixteen in the clip tryna get Flash hit, b*tch
Bend through on they back strip, let it flock, face shot, that's a closed casket, like
We really tote that sh*t, Lil Gee with me tryna go for the basket, like
Semi-automatics, .9 millis, .10 millis, .44 Mag', b*tch, ahh
f*ck is these new n*ggas tryna diss, they better ask they big bros how we get
Hop out the V make everybody split, they disperse when we just flockin' up the bench
Kickin' they candles, burn murals and click for the set, I’m real serious, we gotta get
Spin back to back in broad day tryna catch me a loafer I bet you we gon' get him left
And they better not lack in that building throwin’ on the opps, fell in love with the feelin', wait
b*tch, I fell in love with drillin', Drilly's on they block we gon' spin, make a victim
Free the guys from up top, f*ck the system, the 5’s see a opp in the spot they gon' rip him
On the opps tryna up, finger itchin', collateral shot to the head gon' dismiss him
Caught a shot to his head got him twitchin'
When I'm on the land off the yerk' I be glitchin'
Let it flick, got the knock, why you b*tchin'?
The opps only safe if it's women and children
And we on that back block with extensions, parked up on [?] tryna flex 'em
[?] opps throw shots for my bredrin, EBK, everyone shot, no pretendin'
Need to run, tryna spin, make a vid on my strip they ain't seen me outside I start uppin' the fifth
b*tch, I'm a rapper that still takin’ trips, two Sleeze on a mission tryna bang at a 'Rip
Backdoor gang, got the drop from his b*tch all she wanted from me was to give her the di*k
Max in the spot we gon' bend n*ggas 'rips, we gon' crash every Jet, this sh*t never gon’ end
[Chorus]
This n*gga got beat with the back of the G, what the f*ck he gon' do when he clash into me?
Bend back to back that's a critical scene, with the knock on my lap tryna blitz through the T'z, like
Like, why n*ggas mentionin' me when I bend through the opp side and flick for the team?
He tried to run so I turned on the beam, more than [?] tryna front then they ass gettin' steamed
Like, don't make me go up that block with the G2C, I throw shot after shot, wait
He thought he could dip from the knock but got hit in his back and his whole body dropped
[?], he with me he throw up the Wokk, tryna click on a Jet and make his heart stop
The opps never did a thing to my block, why they rappin' 'bout all the scenes they don't got? Like