Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tournaments , by - Jay Critch. Release date: 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 |