Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Quicker , by - Jay Critch. Release date: 01.11.2018
Song language: English
Quicker |
| CashMoneyAP |
| Ice |
| Jay Critch, Hood Fave |
| Forest beats |
| (Hey) |
| Ay, I got me some change and I stayed the same nigga |
| I hop in the foreign, I’m switching lanes quicker |
| No, I hop in the foreign |
| She say I’m her favorite nigga |
| You niggas just want the fame but my niggas aiming bigger |
| Swish, balling like James on niggas |
| You a bitch, that’s why I can’t hang with niggas |
| No piff, cookie my fragrance nigga |
| My wrist, cold like a glacier nigga |
| Your bitch, tryna run games on niggas |
| She sucking dick, she ain’t getting paid though nigga |
| I gave her a tip, cut off that lame ass nigga |
| Hop out the whip, been put that flame on niggas |
| My 30s on go for the payments |
| Say you in your glow, well it’s fading |
| In the Wraith, color Caucasian |
| Get the cake, don’t do no waiting |
| You got a hand out but I had to take it |
| I know I stand out, diamonds amazing |
| Man down, fell asleep off the Fanta |
| I’m the man now, buy my momma a mansion |
| Aye, I got me some change and I stayed the same nigga |
| I hop in the foreign, I’m switching lanes quicker |
| No, I hop in the foreign |
| She say I’m her favorite nigga |
| You niggas just want the fame but my niggas aiming bigger |
| Swish, balling like James on niggas |
| You a bitch, that’s why I can’t hang with niggas |
| No piff, cookie my fragrance nigga |
| My wrist, cold like a glacier nigga |
| Your bitch, tryna run games on niggas |
| She sucking dick, she ain’t getting paid though nigga |
| I gave her a tip, cut off that lame ass nigga |
| Hop out the whip, been put that flame on niggas |
| (Offset!) |
| Uh |
| It’s a whole gang, we villains, uh |
| Tuck in your chain, I mean literally |
| We get you topped, JF Kennedy |
| I go gorilla like Willie B |
| Take off the top of the Bentley B |
| Jay Critch got your hoe in a Lambo speed |
| Paint that bitch fat like she Mona Lis |
| Drippin' in Saint Laurent overseas |
| Life’s a static, hit off with a Patek |
| I fuck that hoe on the floor on the palet |
| Baddies on baddies on baddies |
| They singin' like Gladys, they eat it like cabbage |
| We pull in, cars they on valet |
| Stars in the ceiling, no planets |
| On top of your bitch like a tally |
| I walk through the mall up at Rally |
| Pull out the kisser, that bih gon' do damage |
| Bentley truck this is not standard |
| Black and white guts, this shit panda |
| I wipe your nose like a scammer |
| I smash your bitch like a animal |
| I got the fastest coupe with no handle bar |
| The kill tech doin' the damage |
| My wrist is flooded, Titanic |
| New freezer, my chain is a bandit |
| Niggas get sweet like dandies |
| I drip on the bitch in the mannequin |
| Ice out the gang cause the gang is my family |
| Niggas can’t hold, can’t fuck with me |
| Fuck a nigga' hoe with the double tree |
| Choppin' up the dough like a puzzle piece |
| I done spent a hunnid, diamond ear piece |
| Aye, I got me some change and I stayed the same nigga |
| I hop in the foreign, I’m switching lanes quicker |
| No, I hop in the foreign |
| She say I’m her favorite nigga |
| You niggas just want the fame but my niggas aiming bigger |
| Swish, balling like James on niggas |
| You a bitch, that’s why I can’t hang with niggas |
| No piff, cookie my fragrance nigga |
| My wrist, cold like a glacier nigga |
| Your bitch, tryna run games on niggas |
| She sucking dick, she ain’t getting paid though nigga |
| I gave her a tip, cut off that lame ass nigga |
| Hop out the whip, been put that flame on niggas |
| My niggas working the hardest |
| Buckets, get to the racks like Harden |
| Duckin', from the police department |
| Fuck it, we still gon' get it regardless |
| And I’m juggin', you can’t ball with us, you garbage |
| Niggas buggin', copy the wave we started |
| Straight out the oven, I’m getting paid, they starving |
| I’m in her stomach, she swallow seeds, she farming |
| Hood fave get the extras |
| Now, fuck a next up |
| Big Bentley truck fuck a Tesla |
| Walk around with my chest up, flexed like a wrestler |
| You niggas fold under pressure |
| Rich Forever the best up |
| Get it together, making these niggas play catch up |
| I hope you got your vest up |
| You tryna test us, they gon' be cleaning your mess up |
| Your bitch was fronting 'til she seen me stunting |
| Baby I know you know better |
| I want the money that’s end of discussion |
| Don’t call me 'less it’s 'bout cheddar |
| I’m in the hood, 4 grams in the wood |
| It’s me Bundie, Justo and Cheddar |
| All this ice looking good, try and hit jug |
| Pussy boy you could never |
| Your bitch say she love me forever and ever |
| And I did not know what to tell her |
| Switched up once I hit it, I know she a bird |
| This Gucci ain’t touching no feathers |
| I’ma hop in the coupe and I swerve |
| I’m keeping my foot on the peddle |
| I heard she be fucking with nerds, shawty you not on my level |
| Aye, I got me some change and I stayed the same nigga |
| I hop in the foreign, I’m switching lanes quicker |
| No, I hop in the foreign |
| She say I’m her favorite nigga |
| You niggas just want the fame but my niggas aiming bigger |
| Swish, balling like James on niggas |
| You a bitch, that’s why I can’t hang with niggas |
| No piff, cookie my fragrance nigga |
| My wrist, cold like a glacier nigga |
| Your bitch, tryna run games on niggas |
| She sucking dick, she ain’t getting paid though nigga |
| I gave her a tip, cut off that lame ass nigga |
| Hop out the whip, been put that flame on niggas |