CRITICAL Lyrics

Yeah, huh

(Ride, Ride)

Pullup ridin' round' inside the whip, pushing like ten more

Why lil shawty creeping out the window

I might keep her falling out the window

If she tryna come, then let her in

Tryna fuck (fuck)

I got lots of brotha's tryna win

Try that luck (luck)

You ain't even know why you did it

You ain't even know why you did it though

Gotta keep that score, that shit critical

The way that they bring these whores, that shit clinical

Who the one, popping all these checks outside the induct

Who the one, she ride the dick and grip it like a handle

Either way, all these hoes fucking for attention

And Im up, 2025 forgot to mention

I dont even know what I was posed' to mention

But I keep that stick-stick extended

Why you hit my phone, I need a minute

(yeah yeah yeah, I just need a minute)

Imma pull up in a Rara'

Imma pull up baby "Hello"

Imma pull up on your ride, ride, ride

Baby like lets go

Ive been running round'

If I say my name, write it down

And my brain out of town

Just tell me, do you hear me now

Why falling for me bitch, now why you calling me

I got too much in my head when they calling for me

I got fifty bottle's dead, and they all on me

Shawty all up in my bed, fucking all on me

Check my fit, I swag up

You say you good, im better

I been getting whole lotta' paper

Hold up, Im tryna call my baby

Im tryna call my baby

When Im touching down

I can tell her, baby I made it

(Swag, Swag, Yeah)

She look good with no makeup

Im tryna fuck that right now

Put them feet up on my shoulders

Pull up to yo crib like "Hey Love"

Are you tryna make love

Im tryna get down right now

So please don't be no player

I don't play

Don't tell me that its too late

Its fine baby you my bae

I'll hit it like 808's

(Ride, Ride)

Pullup ridin' round' inside the whip, pushing like ten more

Why lil shawty creeping out the window

I might keep her falling out the window