Childish

Out your city, woah All my money digital Ride with the same people for life, but they change that isn’t right I can’t hang, crackas been wylin Ball the same since I was childish Fuck the fame, i’ll just keep robbin Out the lane if you ain’t sliding Tell me where you at though Keep on coming back, oh I can never say no, money never change, no Diamonds at an angle Fucking shawty’s face, woah She don’t wanna play, no Games for her sake, woah 223’s with a big MAC, y’all don’t want smoke where you at? Gangland nigga, bitch I been that, she don’t want weed she want crack Why that nigga psyched? Summer rain got these bitches freaky at night Xans on my bitch she mix it with strobe light Cross on the jeans bitch a nigga feeling psycho, oh Money get ‘em right, oh-oh Turn ‘em in to dykes, oh-oh-oh Never out they phase, no Out your city, woah All my money digital Ride with the same people for life, but they change that isn’t right I can’t hang, crackas been wylin Ball the same since I was childish Fuck the fame, i’ll just keep robbin Out the lane if you ain’t sliding Yeah, woah Yeah the head was great I just copped the Rollie now i’m never late I don’t give ‘em bread for what they do for me Niggas folding heavy, fuck her two times then she leave Grabbing for the keys, damn she get conceited Only came for the Mike Jack, beat it Nowadays all i’m tryna do is slide on a nigga bitch If she ain’t trippin then she ride wit us Close the doors, jump in there vibing, house party ‘bout to slide Way that they gon’ slide, I feel uninvited Cruising’ in a Hybrid, baby mad fye wit it, I don’t need a stylist Rollin woods till we smilin’ Tryna catch the vibes in this bitch and i’m wit it, i’m wit it Why that nigga psyched? Summer rain got these bitches freaky at night Xans on my bitch she mix it with strobe light Cross on the jeans bitch a nigga feeling psycho, oh Money get ‘em right, oh-oh Turn ‘em in to dykes, oh-oh-oh Never out they phase, no Ayy, ayy