sons & critics freestyle

You a critic, boy, shut the **** up

I'm a freak ho, hit her, dawg, and I'm in the cut

She on white, 'cause I energize her way too much

If we got up on a pic, ho, it's time to pick it up, up, up, up

And my neck King Tut, ah-ha-ha

I go up with the goons if I must, ah-ha-ha

And my bitch always catch a nut, ah-ha-ha

Double D's, but she throw the B's up, ah-ha-ha

Ayy, this that big road rage, this ain't one-way street

Time to flip the regime, welcome to the new me

She don't know when I land, but she know when I leave

This that raw and uncut, this that young Hykeem

Bitch, dressed in Vogue, she's a slim one, woah

Don't front, you was just where I live, woah, woah

Ho, my cousin elevator in his crib, woah, woah

Ho, my baby pictures probably on his fridge, woah, woah

It's a lot of sponge around me

Lot of sons around me, real ones are drowning

Ho, ho, ho, ho

Ho, ho, ho

It's a lot of funds around me

Rap sons around me, get the **** from 'round me

Ho, ho, ho, ho

Ho, ho, ho

They playin' right long, they ain't talkin' on the phone

We got Telfar bag, what's your taste level on?

Mine is pgLang, no, you didn't hear wrong

Ho, that bag thirteen-hundred, take your peachy ass home

Oh, you a psychic ho? Get your lil' ouija ass on

Say he takin' care of you, he just cut the gas on

Okay, baby, get your money, hit me when you're back on

I'm jaded to the hustle, prove my critic ass wrong

It's a lot of sponge around me

Lot of sons around me, real ones are drowning

Ho, ho, ho, ho

Ho, ho, ho

It's a lot of funds around me

Rap sons around me, get the **** from 'round me

Ho, ho, ho, ho

Ho, ho, ho

Your last one told me that she 'bout to bounce back

I give her backstrokes, ew, now she mad

Oh, you really thought you had one? You ain't had to sweat one

Wanna ****, she hot, several million for my last one

Listen boys, listen up, listen quick

If your bitch ain't black, don't pose for the pic

Deep down we all know the hoes really hate that shit

**** that ordinary bitch, get you an insane bitch

I'm a philosopher, she a brain doctor

pg headquarters, in the field playin' soccer

Heart of the team, number ten on my locker

Ayy, you niggas silly, boy, hot sauce on your-, boy

What you look like flyin' in? Stay your ass in null and void

Told myself these hoes ain't shit and niggas always makin' noise

Had to flip ten million with 'em, big investments with the (Woo)

It's a lot of sponge around me

Lot of sons around me, real ones are drowning

Ho, ho, ho, ho

Ho, ho, ho

It's a lot of funds around me

Rap sons around me, get the **** from 'round me

Ho, ho, ho, ho

Ho, ho, ho