Wild Child

I'm trying to get crazy, party like a rockstar
Sip on some Bacardi with my girl, steal a cop car
Here we go, vroom vroom, down around the corner, pull that e-brake
Drift around these piggies need for speed go my own pace
Try and catch me now, man I wish that they would
They try fucking with us now while we smoking on good
Why can't I smoke with the captain of the precinct
Get the piggie high, give em wings so he can't sink
Lighten up bitch, before you end up in a ditch
Life's too short to not do what you wanna
Fuck the drama, materialistic greedy motherfuckers make me sick
I'm rich bitch, getting wild with my fucking click
Who's up, who's up, I'm next up on the list
I'm the shit, get a grip, before it's too late to get
I admit, I'm a little suspicious when it comes to the business
Right smack in the middle of getting these digits
I'm vicious with it, drop the hammer like Thor
I keep it low key, with a stogie, call up Smokey
Friday after next jacking Santa, what a phony
Call up Craig and Day-day, don't be acting like you know me

My guns go boom boom, your guns don't do shit
You be shooting rubber bullets, looking like an idiot
Ignorance is bliss when you don't know what to miss
Here's the trick to the hustle of the trade take some notes
Grab yo pen and paper, tell them haters fuck off trader
You just a doubter who keeps envying, they calling me later
When they be wanting me, spewing gluttony, I'm on the uppity
They always want me now when they be trying to profit off the beat
It's typical they flipping like reciprocals
My syllables are sicker than mac Miller
The pillars be hard killers, to demons, the grievance
My heart is so cold, I chalked it up and locked it up and now I'm loading a bowl
It's time to blast off, mask off, fuck you and your NASCAR
You ain't got a clue, you what's wrong in the past time
You think you above the law what a joke bro
When you the biggest biggest bitch of em all so

Load up the clip and hotbox yo whip
Yeah, Burn up the zip & fall back like this
I am the sinner, never been a winner, I ain't tripping
I'm just sipping and chillin' and cruising
Laying low starting a movement
What's up what's up, why you fucking with us
You on that short bus, I'm on the tour bus, you wish you were us
Too bad, so sad, go cry to mommy mad
She need to burp the baby, take him back to his dad
Before he throws a hissy fit, you such a little bitch
Why the fuck you gotta make a scene, when you ain't in the script
Lights, camera, action as I throw you out the door
Hasta lluego, I'll see ya never bro
You sparring with a prodigy, who smokes a lot of dro
The problem with society, the government's a joke
Fills yo head with lunacy, the lies, deception
Argue with each other tryna change our perception
But that ain't gonna work on me no no