Lyrics, stream, buy, mp3 download read the lyrics – “Execute” by Jay Critch. The song was produced by Void Stryker, Asher Saperstein, Kemp Beatz & Tank God.
Jay Critch Execute
Jay Critch received a co-sign from Rich The Kid a couple of years ago and he has certainly made the most of his position in the rap game. Critch has proven himself to be one of those artists who can deliver dope verses while also providing fans with some catchy melodies. With his last few tracks, Critch has focused more on bars and his latest single “Execute” is a prime example of that.
Throughout the song, Jay Critch speaks on his wealth and his come up which are certainly two topics he truly cares about. This track will certainly be a highlight of the weekend so check it out and let us know what you think.
Jay Critch – Execute (prod. Void Stryker, Asher Saperstein, Kemp Beatz & Tank God)
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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Jay Critch, hoodfave
(Hold up, you got Kemp on the beat?)
(Tank God)
[Chorus]
I made a plan then I execute it
Pull out the lot, doin’ surgery
I cut the top off the whip, had to execute it
I know how to go get the money myself
And I don’t need nobody else to do it
Run that shit up ’til you fill up the bag
And then you add a little extra to it
And we love the hood but we had to escape it
Summer time but it’s fly like the Matrix
Streets cold, got me changin’ locations
I was broke, I was feelin’ so basic
They could never get one up on me
Got these hundreds on me, got me feelin’ myself
‘Member she fronted on me
Now she comin’ for me ’cause she still needin’ help
[Verse 1]
I’m still gettin’ my bands up, I’m increasin’ the wealth
If I ain’t got no damn help, do this shit by myself
I took some major losses, you don’t know how it felt
Then when I put the water on, had me feelin’ like Phelps (Hey)
The bag got me feelin’ myself, they don’t hustle so they stealin’ the shelf
I’m flexin’ like WrestleMania, young nigga still got the belt
Cut off the roof on the whip, put it back like it’s healin’ itself
If my shooter let off that hot shit, then the whole ceiling’ll melt
‘Member all of the money ran out, since young was the man of the house
Mommy was stressin’ but look at the blessings, I made a plan then I made it count
More money, more problems, there’s always a new one
I don’t want the fake love, it’s confusin’
Came from the block then we started a movement
Bro get the packs and he keepin’ it movin’
[Chorus]
I made a plan then I execute it
Pull out the lock, doin’ surgery
Cut the top off the whip, had to execute it
I know how to go get the money myself
And I don’t need nobody else to do it
Run that shit up ’til you fill up the bag
And then you add a little extra to it
And we love the hood but we had to escape it
Summer time but it’s fly like the Matrix
Streets cold, got me changin’ locations
I was broke, I was feelin’ so basic
They could never get one up on me
Got these hundreds on me, got me feelin’ myself
‘Member she fronted on me
Now she comin’ for me ’cause she still needin’ help
[Verse 2]
Cut her off, had to execute it, made a plan then I execute it
Tryna do it for the internet, thirty’s tryna send a message to him
They wishin’ I fall but I was always too blessed, they knew it
They could never be me, Hoodfave, I’m the best to do it
This that ridin’ with a weapon music, talkin’ money, I’ma check into it
Nigga stop with all the flexin’, when they put you to the test, you losin’
Was never the type to follow the crowd, I’m checkin’ fluids
Pull up on the bitch and she eatin’ me now, the neck improvin’ (Hey)
The diamonds is spazzin’ on me like I’m gettin’ electrocuted
Backends with me and I keep it attached, took some losses but my niggas get back
Need that lawyer then I’m havin’ a stash, these niggas got batteries all in they back
I know they mad at me ’cause I got racks, still remember what I had in the past
[Chorus]
I made a plan then I execute it
Pull out the lock, doin’ surgery
Cut the top off the whip, had to execute it
I know how to go get the money myself
And I don’t need nobody else to do it
Run that shit up ’til you fill up the bag
And then you add a little extra to it
And we love the hood but we had to escape it
Summer time but it’s fly like the Matrix
Streets cold, got me changin’ locations
I was broke, I was feelin’ so basic
They could never get one up on me
Got these hundreds on me, got me feelin’ myself
‘Member she fronted on me
Now she comin’ for me ’cause she still needin’ help
