Video Cargos de Jay Critch 2024 Hip Hop Lyrics

Jay Critch - Cargos Lyrics

"Cargos" lyrics Jay Critch Lyrics "Cargos"

Ayy, yeah (Read people like a book, man)
Hood faith, ayy, but you knew that (Talk Money gang)

I could read people, it's like they came with a barcode
Just left from Wells Fargo
That bag on me need some extra pockets, need some cargos
And I been fly since polo tees with the cargo
Boxes in the trap, it look like we movin' the cargo
I'm speakin' from afar, though
That Benz you was postin', man, where the fuck did that car go?
High beams on the forearm make bitches start singing high notes
You know I stay high, but I'm sober soon as you try, though
So don't try that shit

Everything I wanted as a kid, now I go buy that shit
She could never play me like I'm broke, I could go buy that bitch
I made your wifey my bottom bitch, stick to the code and I honor it
Shooters, they got zero tolerance, double cup raisin' my tolerance
I went and fucked up a bag, but you know I still have some cash on the side of it
We get that money, start wylin' with it, Niko 'round, you know thirties go slide for it
And I'm havin' this shit so I'm poppin' it, you see me up, but it used to be opposite
Young rich nigga, no stoppin' it, R.I.P. Tay, he up on a rocketship
Still with the gang, you 'ready know who I'm rockin' with
I was thinkin' like a prophet way before I was ever atop it
Let that go over your head, I was shootin' for the stars, you shootin' over the heads
These niggas be in they feelings over these women, shootin' it over the head

I could read people, it's like they came with a barcode
Just left from Wells Fargo
That bag on me need some extra pockets, need some cargos
And I been fly since polo tees with the cargo
Boxes in the trap, it look like we movin' the cargo
I'm speakin' from afar, though
That Benz you was postin', man, where the fuck did that car go?
High beams on the forearm make bitches start singing high notes
You know I stay high, but I'm sober soon as you try, though
So don't try that shit

Hood faith, huh
So don't try that shit
Man, with all that money you was postin', man, that whip you postin', man, what happened, like, fuck that shit go?