I'm blowin blunt smoke
I'm out the front door
These pussies claimin that they get it
What the f*ck bro
Like do I look slow
I hit that quick dash
My brothers pushin at the park
To make a quick stack
Okay don't come around and say that we ain't slayin them bitch
I'm in that mini van with young tox we ain't playin lil bitch
Ever since I was a youngin I been trainin to win
I been hoppin on them beats and I ain't makin a switch
I been a asshole
Turnin opps to audis
Like trigga maxo
My friends been turnin on me
Like well there that goes
They ain't got back bone
Dancin with my demons
But they like to dance slow
I got em back to a fence
They tables switchin
Talkin bout they out on a quest
I been on missions
Talkin bout they laced up
Bitch then why you trippin
You busy chasin dresses
Bitch I'm busy tryna get it
I'm blowin blunt smoke
I'm out the front door
These pussies claimin that they get it
What the f*ck bro
Like do I look slow
I hit that quick dash
My brothers pushin at the park
To make a quick stack
I'm blowin blunt smoke
I'm out the front door
These pussies claimin that they get it
What the f*ck bro
Like do I look slow
I hit that quick dash
My brothers pushin at the park
To make a quick stack
Bitch you ain't shit
Run it all the time
Needa make it
I took a long time
Can't change it
So quit your f*cken cryin
Bitch face it
Stay tainted
Next brain shift
Need a whole lot
Or imma drop
All signs say stop
I can't take it with these thoughts
Bitch I'm bringin all I got
Then I'm choking at the top
Till I rot
Either shot
Handin poems in the lot
So we shoot a quick dash
And I'm grabbin up your bag
Got you runnin playin tag
Quit your talkin what a drag
I bring imaginary cash as the usual
Tag team fiends can't rely on they visuals
Actin like they can't see so I'm suddenly biblical
Ain't it typical, talkin like I'm mythical
Look at em it's pitiful
Have it at my grasp, but it wasn't ever physical
Seen it in the past, but I'm currently in critical
I'm blowin blunt smoke
I'm out the front door
These pussies claimin that they get it
What the f*ck bro
Like do I look slow
I hit that quick dash
My brothers pushin at the park
To make a quick stack
I'm blowin blunt smoke
I'm out the front door
These pussies claimin that they get it
What the f*ck bro
Like do I look slow
I hit that quick dash
My brothers pushin at the park
To make a quick stack
Critical (feat. Shackleton) Video (MV)
Performed By: SeBastard
Language: English
Length: 3:00
Written by: Jose Grimaldo, Sebastian Grimaldo
SeBastard - Critical (feat. Shackleton) Lyrics
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I'm blowin blunt smoke
I'm out the front door
These pussies claimin that they get it
What the f*ck bro
Like do I look slow
I hit that quick dash
My brothers pushin at the park
To make a quick stack
Okay don't come around and say that we ain't slayin them bitch
I'm in that mini van with young tox we ain't playin lil bitch
Ever since I was a youngin I been trainin to win
I been hoppin on them beats and I ain't makin a switch
I been a asshole
Turnin opps to audis
Like trigga maxo
My friends been turnin on me
Like well there that goes
They ain't got back bone
Dancin with my demons
But they like to dance slow
I got em back to a fence
They tables switchin
Talkin bout they out on a quest
I been on missions
Talkin bout they laced up
Bitch then why you trippin
You busy chasin dresses
Bitch I'm busy tryna get it
I'm blowin blunt smoke
I'm out the front door
These pussies claimin that they get it
What the f*ck bro
Like do I look slow
I hit that quick dash
My brothers pushin at the park
To make a quick stack
I'm blowin blunt smoke
I'm out the front door
These pussies claimin that they get it
What the f*ck bro
Like do I look slow
I hit that quick dash
My brothers pushin at the park
To make a quick stack
Bitch you ain't shit
Run it all the time
Needa make it
I took a long time
Can't change it
So quit your f*cken cryin
Bitch face it
Stay tainted
Next brain shift
Need a whole lot
Or imma drop
All signs say stop
I can't take it with these thoughts
Bitch I'm bringin all I got
Then I'm choking at the top
Till I rot
Either shot
Handin poems in the lot
So we shoot a quick dash
And I'm grabbin up your bag
Got you runnin playin tag
Quit your talkin what a drag
I bring imaginary cash as the usual
Tag team fiends can't rely on they visuals
Actin like they can't see so I'm suddenly biblical
Ain't it typical, talkin like I'm mythical
Look at em it's pitiful
Have it at my grasp, but it wasn't ever physical
Seen it in the past, but I'm currently in critical
I'm blowin blunt smoke
I'm out the front door
These pussies claimin that they get it
What the f*ck bro
Like do I look slow
I hit that quick dash
My brothers pushin at the park
To make a quick stack
I'm blowin blunt smoke
I'm out the front door
These pussies claimin that they get it
What the f*ck bro
Like do I look slow
I hit that quick dash
My brothers pushin at the park
To make a quick stack
I'm out the front door
These pussies claimin that they get it
What the f*ck bro
Like do I look slow
I hit that quick dash
My brothers pushin at the park
To make a quick stack
Okay don't come around and say that we ain't slayin them bitch
I'm in that mini van with young tox we ain't playin lil bitch
Ever since I was a youngin I been trainin to win
I been hoppin on them beats and I ain't makin a switch
I been a asshole
Turnin opps to audis
Like trigga maxo
My friends been turnin on me
Like well there that goes
They ain't got back bone
Dancin with my demons
But they like to dance slow
I got em back to a fence
They tables switchin
Talkin bout they out on a quest
I been on missions
Talkin bout they laced up
Bitch then why you trippin
You busy chasin dresses
Bitch I'm busy tryna get it
I'm blowin blunt smoke
I'm out the front door
These pussies claimin that they get it
What the f*ck bro
Like do I look slow
I hit that quick dash
My brothers pushin at the park
To make a quick stack
I'm blowin blunt smoke
I'm out the front door
These pussies claimin that they get it
What the f*ck bro
Like do I look slow
I hit that quick dash
My brothers pushin at the park
To make a quick stack
Bitch you ain't shit
Run it all the time
Needa make it
I took a long time
Can't change it
So quit your f*cken cryin
Bitch face it
Stay tainted
Next brain shift
Need a whole lot
Or imma drop
All signs say stop
I can't take it with these thoughts
Bitch I'm bringin all I got
Then I'm choking at the top
Till I rot
Either shot
Handin poems in the lot
So we shoot a quick dash
And I'm grabbin up your bag
Got you runnin playin tag
Quit your talkin what a drag
I bring imaginary cash as the usual
Tag team fiends can't rely on they visuals
Actin like they can't see so I'm suddenly biblical
Ain't it typical, talkin like I'm mythical
Look at em it's pitiful
Have it at my grasp, but it wasn't ever physical
Seen it in the past, but I'm currently in critical
I'm blowin blunt smoke
I'm out the front door
These pussies claimin that they get it
What the f*ck bro
Like do I look slow
I hit that quick dash
My brothers pushin at the park
To make a quick stack
I'm blowin blunt smoke
I'm out the front door
These pussies claimin that they get it
What the f*ck bro
Like do I look slow
I hit that quick dash
My brothers pushin at the park
To make a quick stack
Writer: Jose Grimaldo, Sebastian Grimaldo
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid