Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tournaments, artist - Jay Critch.
Date of issue: 05.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tournaments |
Aye |
Jay Critch hood fav |
Aye, yeah |
30, hey |
Look |
More problems that come with more money |
More chops, now I’m hot they all want me |
I got, heat on my side |
I got, angels above me |
Niggas thinking they taking something from me, they all dummies |
Talking money I need all of it |
Running down, 30's call a blitz |
Ice on me like a swollen wrist |
Know I’m balling like the tournaments |
Bad bitch she from overseas so I fly her out, I imported it |
20 G’s out of MIA, and I blew the bag but its more of it |
Cut her off, I got more of it |
Niggas say they real, I ain’t sure of it |
Blue strips I got new cake, tryna make a movie like Blu-Ray |
Get some new titties for my new bae, up her rating like 2K |
Brodie came home caught a new case, gotta pour the pint, get a new case |
We don’t fuck with 'em cause they two faced |
Blew the bag, got a new plate |
Still hustle like when we was trappin', we was trappin' on the school days |
Early morning get it hot on the block, the reason why we got to school late |
I’m like fuck it, I ain’t going to class cause I’m tryna make a few plays |
Fuck the teachers, they all tried to fail me |
Now I pass in the new Wraith |
Remember she was clinging for a few K |
Me and bro finessed and found a new wave |
I can’t let a nigga play me, I’ll turn this shit to doomsday |
And shorty saying that she hate me, stick it in her mouth like toothpaste |
I was |
Aye, I was down and they ain’t show me love |
'Fore you go and switch up, should’ve told me what it was |
Perkys calling, make it hard to slow down on them drugs |
Kick that bitch right to the curb before I kick the cup |
You play with that money you fumble the bag, we picking it up |
They acting like they was there in the past, that shit is a dub |
These niggas could never get on the team, cause these niggas scrubs |
Whole lotta diamonds, a whole lotta beams, we lighting you up |
More problems that come with more money |
More chops, now I’m hot they all want me |
I got, heat on my side |
I got, angels above me |
Niggas thinking they taking something from me, they all dummies |
Talking money I need all of it |
Running down, 30's call a blitz |
Ice on me like a swollen wrist |
Know I’m balling like the tournaments |
Bad bitch she from overseas so I fly her out, I imported it |
20 G’s out of MIA, and I blew the bag but its more of it |
Cut her off, I got more of it |
Niggas say they real, I ain’t sure of it |
Blue strips I got new cake, tryna make a movie like Blu-Ray |
Get some new titties for my new bae, up her rating like 2K |
Brodie came home caught a new case, gotta pour the pint, get a new case |