Critical Songtext
von TQ

Its Swaggy from the Brad I get that bag like I snatch purses
Spit it off the top straight out the pot boy I got crack verses
Black mask and black hearses
Funding all the black churches
Gamble with your life up in these streets if you think that′s worth it
Mag it's getting critical My verses damn near biblical
Roll a blunt and kill a beat this shit damn near a ritual
The coldest individual don′t never do the minimal
They waiting on me to peak I'm like the heavens is my pinnacle
Get That boy some antidote his blood filled with snake venom
Look up in his eyes you can tell that they got hate in em'
No I do not date women I get the head skate then I′m Gone in the wind I be the reason that they hate niggas
Loyalty and fake niggas shit a never mix
They screaming Swaggy 2020 like I run for president
I been thugging since a jit YGG the campaign
Just told Mag send a beat and Ima do my damn thang
I don′t drink no champagne I sip syruo like a waffle house
Hottest in the game if it ain't me then what you talkin′ bout
Wake up smell the coffee now
Bitch it's time to eat
And fuck yo top 5 list if nymber 1 aint filled by me nigga
On God