Meanwhile, our approval remains safely guarded from these two.

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Julian Axelrod: Juice WRLD and NBA YoungBoy bring a whole host of thorny issues — legal, aesthetic, ethical — to every track, which can make it difficult to engage with even their best songs on a purely musical level. So it’s almost a relief that this is so boring, beyond the baroque piano flourishes. Judging by the enthusiastic lip-syncing in the video, these guys are big fans of each other, and the fans psyched for this pairing made their peace with supporting assholes long ago. So my opinion, while correct, doesn’t really matter.
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Alfred Soto: I thought Nelly Furtado snatched maneater metaphors from Hall and Oates more than a decade ago, but, no: two preening fools enact an experiment in narcissism that would be homoerotic if Juice WRLD and YoungBoy could get it up after all the molly.
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Will Rivitz: “The shit I put on this song ain’t gon’ sound nothin’ like the shit we was just doin’,” claims Juice WRLD, before caterwauling over a frilly melody in precisely the same vein as everything else he’s done over the past two years. The rapper’s rise has always been opportunistic more than inspired, slipstreaming comfortably behind the mainstream renovations of Peep and X, and now that the emo-rap sound of 2017 has become passé his schtick is even more boring than it was during his heyday all those months ago. He describes himself as “savage” both sober and rolling, but all I hear are sanded edges, anything that could stick or snag smoothed away into quiet acquiescence. (Maybe he should choose a different drug if he’s trying to be aggressive?) NBA YoungBoy continues to sound inessential, too interchangeable with other artists for Juice to justify including him and his DV charges on this track.
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Will Adams: The harpsichord adds a little flourish to enliven the material, which has little going for it beyond Juice WRLD thinking he can get away with rhyming “savage” with “bandit.” Meanwhile, NBA YoungBoy is… here, I guess?
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Oliver Maier: Juice WRLD gets credit for the way he crams the line “addicted to her paraphernalia” into his verse, but it’s NBA YoungBoy who steals the show here, with a flexibility to his delivery that his inexpressive partner in crime mostly can’t be bothered to muster.
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Edward Okulicz: Despite commitment and confidence, it takes an awful lot to make one’s molly-charged sexcapades as fun to listen to as they presumably are to live through. Can’t imagine popping a few mollies would do much to help either, though it couldn’t hurt. There’s rhymes, there’s slant rhymes, there’s things that rhyme at a stretch and then there’s half the lines in here. “Nail her/paraphernalia” is the one highlight, and there needed to be more of that. I’d have giggled at the Jeffrey Dahmer line because I’m an actual child, but Juicy J already inoculated me, thankfully. 
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Nortey Dowuona: This beat deserved more emotive bars than this sloppy, clumsy girl chasing detective team.
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