[Intro: Big KRIT]
I ain't the one to play with round here in my city
I'm on my grind I gots to shine blink once you'll miss me
Kritikal Productions
[Hook: Big KRIT]
I ain't the one to play with round here in my city (in my city)
I'm on my grind I gots to shine blink once you'll miss me (and you'll miss me)
I ain't no ordinary rapper in my to-own (in my town)
I gots to hustle, shawty and I puts it do-own
[Verse 1: Big KRIT]
On my grind gotta shine with my folk getting paid
Twist it up hit the strip get clean [?] a fade
A1's on my feet, white tees clean to press
I got [?] in my blood you can tell how I dress
K-rizzle I-tizzle be the 'ssippi representer
I was raised to get dough in the crush, all contenders
Talk sh** get slapped in your mouth
I'm as dirty as it gets
Born and bread in the south
Throwback throwback, draw attention to some trims
I ain't never played ball, but I'm still above rims
So fresh, I guess I choose this time
[?] Georgia Peaches no less than a dime
I provide 'em with dreams all in one evening
Bad yellow bones, I f** 'em and leave 'em
Holla at a playa if you see me on the streets
With some screens in my trunk and a handful of freaks
[Hook: Big KRIT]
[Verse 2: C-Rock]
1-0-5, we live I'm still struggling
Watch these n***as endure the [?] I'm still juggling
Mean muggin', steady bussin', whatever drama call
Smoke a log or k** and k** and swallow alcohol
Look at naked broads, titties shaking, p**y pop
Mouth like she can s** a dick, get so wet she drip drop
I'm strictly business, is these n***as kidding?
Woofing like you bad, getting to big for them bridges
Got a big ball lil sissy here won't fight
We here, we set it off and blow like tail pipes
Run up in your trap and snatch your whole [?]
These n***as real soft, thew sweet like honey buns
Give it to 'em anyway, don't play in the A
You can get ya a** whooped from the words that you say
Cop hammers in there lining everywhere that I go
You forever wearin' Pampers, stick your hands in my dough, whoa
[Hook: Big KRIT]
[Verse 3: Big KRIT]
Okay, I'm a G or whatever you want to call it
I make to rapping and that means I'm ballin'
I find time to grind, don't find dimes
That only want me for paper but paper is all mine
Never, confuse me with that dude that trick [?]
But the one behind V-I-P doors with thick hoes
My main agenda in this game to get them dollars
Throw away the Big dawg and bring back Impallas
The old school drop top sh**
White cut, diamond cut, neon light kit
I'm just a man, the extraordinaire
Tryna be the next dude sellin' out Madsion Square
Yeah, I encore and after that, that's it
After millions and millions come back to the 'sip
Posted on that same country corner I been on
If it wasn't for them hater [?] been on