Where the Wild Things Are.

We roll through your hood
We be creeping
We might fuck up your life
Or your weekend
(And no this ain't a joke
Yeah, we want all the smoke
All the smoke)
We roll through your hood
When its silent
You know we can get rowdy
And violent
(And no this ain't a joke
Yeah, we want all the smoke
All the smoke)

They ask us why we dressed in all black?
Cause we ain't go no feelings
Fuck you
They ask us why we dressed in all black
Cause we ride with a coupe of goons
So don't test me
No
We don't do no talking
No
Don't ask
No questions
Like "nigga, where you from?"

Bitch, I'm where the wild things are
(in the wild, the wild, the wild)
My city
Yeah, nigga
That's where the while things are
(In the wild, the wild, the wild)
We might just catch your ass in the parking lot
(In the wild, the wild, the wild)
And laugh about it later while we in the car
(In the wild, the wild, the wild)
Cause bitch, I'm where the wild things are

We roll through your hood any moment
So don't get caught on your own
Hella lonely
(And no this ain't a joke
Yeah, we want all the smoke
All the smoke)
We roll through your hood
Like we strangers
We know the risk
It can be hella dangerous
(And no this ain't a joke
Yeah, we want all the smoke
All the smoke)

They ask us why we dressed in all black?
Cause we ain't go no feelings
Fuck you
They ask us why we dressed in all black
Cause we ride with a coupe of goons
So don't test me
No
We don't do no talking
No
Don't ask
No questions
Like "nigga, where you from?"

Bitch, I'm where the wild things are
(In the wild, the wild, the wild)
My city
Yeah, nigga
That's where the while things are
(In the wild, the wild, the wild)
We might just catch your ass in the parking lot
(In the wild, the wild, the wild)
And laugh about it later while we in the car
(In the wild, the wild, the wild)
Cause bitch, I'm where the wild things are



Credits
Writer(s): Edoardo Mallard
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