What the ***? Yeah! What? Let's get it! Let's get it! It's Critchy Critch, bitch! Who that said they want beef? I got five hoes with me, all five on both knees I die for my city, I ride through these streets Ain't lovin' that girl, she came on my sheets You open that bottle, this club gon' go up We come to your party, whole town gon' show up Drinkin' all night, think I'ma throw up We came to get crazy, we bout' to go nuts I die for my city, I ride through these streets I die for my city, I ride through these streets I die for my city, I ride through these streets Don't *** with my people, I ride for my G's He talk a whole lot, but the boy solid See the beads on the grill, yeah, the boy ballin' Young brother from the H like James Harden What we goin' up? I do that regardless I do that regardless I do that regardless I do that regardless Ballin' like I'm Rondo Takin' shots like Ochoapo Doin' what I say so Chasin' after pesos Money in my pocket Shoot it if you got it I ain't never stoppin' Got your bitch's panties droppin' Summer 16, man, that *** was a waste 17, gotta be a change of the pace Rollin' up real good, take a blunt to the face I ain't with the talkin', stay the *** out my lane He talk a whole lot, but the boy solid See the beads on the grill, yeah, the boy ballin' Young brother from the H like James Harden What we goin' up? I do that regardless I do that regardless I do that regardless I do that regardless I do that regardless I do that regardless