Critical Health Lyrics

Nigga tryna check on me, go check your wealth

Go check your wealth

Riding around with some that make your body melt

Your body melt

I'm just tryna change me for my new self

For my new self

This street shit all up in my bones, I can't even help

See, it's just you, G-lock, and me, bitch, I can't see nobody else

We getting that paper in for the fun, see you the type, go play with guns, go kill yourself

My dog the champion, the working back seats, you ain't seen a belt

Tryna be like a shark, should've been yourself

Drop a bag on his head, now it's critical health

See, I've been popping shit since show and tell that nigga right here hell

Grandma in her wheelchair, still breaking down bails

Hopping off the boat to swim, no sail

Sealing up a pack, making sure it don't fail

I know some of my dogs, they went straight to heaven

And some of my dogs, they went straight to hell, fuck

Infinity pool, balcony top, yeah, I live this shit

Go cut your ears off, nigga, don't wanna hear

Gon' still hear this shit

Nigga talking about that rider, bitch

Who ain't gon' leave when you're broke, man, that's a joke

She think spreading that pussy on me, gon' give me hope

(Nope)

Nigga tryna check on me, go check your wealth

Go check your wealth

Riding around with some that make your body melt

Your body melt

I'm just tryna change me for my new self

For my new self

This street shit all up in my bones, I can't even help

See, it's just you G-lock, and me, bitch, I can't see nobody else

We getting that paper in for the fun

See, you the type, go play with guns, go kill yourself

My dog, the champion, the working back seats

You ain't seen a belt

Tryna be like a shark, shoulda been yourself

Drop her back on his head, now it's critical health

See, they like how I put that shit together, Mr. Make-A-Place

See, she like how I put that shit on, put that drip on every day

See, even when it's light, I put some sweats on, fit still cost 2K

I match the products with the drip, design the step or make shit quick

I'm smoking solo with Lil quan, you know that's Mr. 308

Your bitch wanna come hang with a don, cause she just wanna know how it taste

I let her decorate the crib, that bitch had bought a Louis Vase

You come hang around some nigga that real, you gon' see how these niggas fake

Nigga tryna check on me, go check your wealth

Go check your wealth

Riding around with some that make your body melt

Your body melt

I'm just tryna change me for my new self

For my new self

This street shit all up in my bones, I can't even help

See, it's just you G-lockin' me, bitch, I can't see nobody else

We gettin' that paper in for the fun, see you the type go play with guns, go kill yourself

My dawg the champion, the workin' back, see, she ain't seen the belt

Tryna be like a shark, shoulda been yourself

Drop her back on his head, now it's critical health