Jay Critch – Spooky (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Watch Video, Listen & Mp3 Download, Get Lyrics to Spooky by New York rapper, Jay Critch. The song was produced by AXL Beats.

Jay Critch Spooky (prod. Axl Beats)

New York rapper Jay Critch is one of the flashiest emcees to come out of the city in recent times, and he isn’t showing any signs of dimming his light anytime soon by the looks of all the ice in his new music video for “Spooky.”

Never one to shy away from a quick flex, as you can see in the photo above taken during the TIDAL X show in Brooklyn at Barclays Center back in 2018, Critch shows off impressive artillery of chains and rings in this two-and-a-half-minute video. The visuals, shot by burgeoning videographer Suave, take us on a quick trip in and around the Big Apple as Jay goes from live performance to his personal jeweller in the matter of one night. Even though it doesn’t get any deeper than a simple stunt, we can never hate on a young dude out here enjoying the things blessed on him for being talented at what he does for a living. Shine on, Critch!

Jay Critch – Spooky (prod. AXL Beats)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
AXL
Hey
Ayy

[Chorus]
He turned his back on gang for a lil’ small change, that boy is a sellout
I go on private planes, go right to the stage, and the shows all sell out
Life is a movie, still in the shootin’, my brothers and we never fell out
Pull up in spooky, them bitches eyes get wide like get out
She wipe me down like Boosie after I get in her mind, ight I’ma head out
Feel like Biggie with the Coogi, big body leave with all the ho’s from the let out
All these toys and tools, when we see the boys in blue, see six we yell out
If the boy confused, my shooter don’t let shit slide, he lettin’ the lead out

[Verse]
Gettin’ greasy on them, broadie told me never take it easy on them
Get the chicken like Fridays, set him straight, he was talkin’ on sideways
30s gonna hunt you down, big straps they’ll punch you out
All they do is run they mouth, send brother, “Go calm that down”
More cheques clearin’ up in the checkings
I got a whole lotta blessings
Got a cheque, started movin’ too reckless
Nigga, you should’ve invested
If it’s static, then we tryna go wet shit
We tryna send you a message
Shit got hot, and them niggas was stressin’, started chattin’ with detectives
I’m in Lint, up in my section, mixin’ D’USSÉ in my beverage
Drive the whip, like it’s a stoley, niggas really from the trenches
Hood fave, my city love me like I went and won the election
She got ass, ain’t got no figures, they just groupies, they not with us
Shit get spooky

[Chorus]
He turned his back on gang for a lil’ small change, that boy is a sellout
I go on private planes, go right to the stage, and the shows all sell out
Life is a movie, still in the shootin’, my brothers and we never fell out
Pull up in spooky, them bitches eyes get wide like get out
She wipe me down like Boosie after I get in her mind, ight I’ma head out
Feel like Biggie with the Coogi, big body leave with all the ho’s from the let out
All these toys and tools, when we see the boys in blue, see six we yell out
If the boy confused, my shooter don’t let shit slide, he lettin’ the lead out