Jay Critch - Bronny Lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
(It's that)
Jay Critch Hood Fave
Stupid niggas gotta catch up man, it's Talk Money gang
Murder shit (ayy, hey)

Don't give a fuck what the boy gotta say
At the end of the day he know he could get hurt (he could get hurt)
I got a check so I'm havin' my way
Heard they ran out of red so I'm sippin' on purp' (sippin' on purp')
Ball in New York like I'm Caris Levert
Was on the block but now I'm in the 'Vert (the 'Vert)
Smoke on the pound I got bags of the turch (bags of the turch)
That nigga scared tell that boy go to church (boy go to church)
She off the liquor she mix with the purp' (mix with the purp')
I pop a yellow I jump off the Earth (jump off the Earth)
My bro a shooter that nigga ain't messy
He clean it up when he doin' the dirt (grrah, baow)
Hit from the back and she wettin' my shirt (wettin' my shirt)
Hit from the back and she make a tsunami
Bust down Cartier, stayin' on time
Young and ballin' like I'm playin' with Bronny (hey)

Break the code you know we gotta find 'em (we gotta find 'em)
He be hidin' it's okay we gone find him
He ain't' shinin' ain't no way those is diamonds
He be cappin' in his rap, he just rhymin'
Steak and lobster and I still do the ramen
Tell 'em pay me tell them niggas to write a check (write a check)
Diamonds punchin', you get hit with the right and left (right and left)
Mike Amiri and I still do the Nike Tech (Nike Tech)
I put the baddie in Chanel 'cause she like to flex (like to flex)
She pop a molly and she give me hyper sex (hey)
I'm ballin' like I was wearin' some Hyperdunks
You know a nigga been gettin' all types of checks
I'm in Cali in a crib in the mountains
Hood Fave I got racks in the safe
Them M's comin' I need twenty accountants (hood rich)
Gotta get my niggas out public housin'

Don't give a fuck what the boy gotta say
At the end of the day he know he could get hurt (he could get hurt)
I got a check so I'm havin' my way
Heard they ran out of red so I'm sippin' on purp' (sippin' on purp')
Ball in New York like I'm Caris Levert
Was on the block but now I'm in the 'Vert (the 'Vert)
Smoke on the pound I got bags of the turch (bags of the turch)
That nigga scared tell that boy go to church (boy go to church)
She off the liquor she mix with the purp' (mix with the purp')
I pop a yellow I jump off the Earth (jump off the Earth)
My bro a shooter that nigga ain't messy
He clean it up when he doin' the dirt (grrah, baow)
Hit from the back and she wettin' my shirt (wettin' my shirt)
Hit from the back and she make a tsunami
Bust down Cartier, stayin' on time
Young and ballin' like I'm playin' with Bronny (playin' with Bronny)