Jay Critch - Out the Dirt lyrics

[Intro: Jay Critch] (L Boy) Ayy [Chorus: Jay Critch] fu*k a scholarship, I'll go get the bag up out of the dirt I'm never into the politics, I'm a young boss ni**a, ni**a, fu*k what you heard And I got my cash right, then got back in my Birk' Stop that hating sh*t, that be the worst He better act right, we attacking him first We was trapping out, wrapping the first I did a whole lot of dirt and that sh*t might come back to me, so I got all these tools They telling lies on my name, thinking it won't get back to me, that sh*t had me confused I did a whole lot of dirt, that's why I don't fu*k with ni**as acting like they came up with ni**as Even if we put these forties down and we shoot the hands, I bet Forty still slump a ni**a [Verse 1: Jay Critch] You better watch your food, keep your eyes on your own plate when you eating with hungry ni**as Need some food, brodie gave me my own plate, run it up with the punchy ni**a Keep it cool, as soon as he try to flex, 30s ready to crunch a ni**a And I just made a move, as soon as I get the check, had to pull up and stunt on ni**as I was plottin', I ain't have a option, can't pick one b*tch, I got options My city looking like Gotham, think he a hero 'til 30s come rob him Took a plate for free, I'm bagging up KDs, tell the hood to come cop 'em I was making cheese before I was eighteen, ain't nobody could stop him [Chorus: Jay Critch & Fivio Foreign] fu*k a scholarship, I'll go get the bag up out of the dirt I'm never into the politics, I'm a young boss ni**a, ni**a, fu*k what you heard And I got my cash right, then got back in my Birk' Stop that hating sh*t, that be the worst He better act right, we attacking him first We was trapping out, wrapping the first I did a whole lot of dirt and that sh*t might come back to me, so I got all these tools They telling lies on my name, thinking it won't get back to me, that sh*t had me confused I did a whole lot of dirt, that's why I don't fu*k with ni**as acting like they came up with ni**as (Ayy, baow) Even if we put these forties down and we shoot the hands, I bet Forty still slump a ni**a (Ayy, ayy) [Verse 2: Fivio Foreign] Don't let me up a ni**a (Don't let me up a ni**a) Them ni**as comin' if I push a bu*ton, ni**a (Baow) Dyke b*tch (Dyke b*tch), we don't fu*k with ni**as, nah (Nah) I pull up on 'em with a bunch of ni**as (Skrrt) If them ni**as opps, then we snuffing ni**as (Snuffing ni**as) Frontin' (Frontin'), they frontin' with you (Frontin' with you) She asked what I do, I said, "Nothing", ni**a, uh (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Face recognition (Face recognition), I don't have to touch it, ni**a (Nah) Fivi' (Fivi') somethin', ni**a (I'm somethin') Ayy, look (b*tch), I did it perfect (I did it perfect) When I put the piece into the puzzle, it started working (Ayy) Uh (Uh), they sent the addy and we started lurking (Ayy, ayy) Lookin' for 'em (Lookin' for 'em), searching (Searching) It's Fivio Foreign, don't curve him (Uh) She saw me and started twerking (Ayy) She saw me and started twerking (Ayy, ayy) Uh (Uh), ni**a throw shade, it hurts him (It hurts him, uh, lil' b*tch) But he's not a regular person (Ayy), ayy (Ayy) [Chorus: Jay Critch] fu*k a scholarship, I'll go get the bag up out of the dirt I'm never into the politics, I'm a young boss ni**a, ni**a, fu*k what you heard And I got my cash right, then got back in my Birk' Stop that hating sh*t, that be the worst He better act right, we attacking him first We was trapping out, wrapping the first I did a whole lot of dirt and that sh*t might come back to me, so I got all these tools They telling lies on my name, thinking it won't get back to me, that sh*t had me confused I did a whole lot of dirt, that's why I don't fu*k with ni**as acting like they came up with ni**as Even if we put these forties down and we shoot the hands, I bet Forty still slump a ni**a