Child's Play (feat. U2face)
Yes I had to run it up, run it up
Can't fall in love with these bitches they hold me up
Been ahead of the mix you can't pour me up
I done fell out with the Wok tryna slow me up
Told that lil hoe to stay in a child's place
Overthinkin I been in a wild space
Feelin devious, might pull a Child's Play
Let some shots off and see what the crowd say
What the crowd say? They ain't sayin shit
They like what you doing? On the same shit
That ain't what I'm on ain't tryna hang bitch
Say they down to ride but quick to lane switch
When you think about it, it don't make sense
Down bad in his wallet he don't make cents
They don't really fuck with you just take hints
Ain't no need to speak or write a statement
I'm pushin P Peter but I'm not no family guy
I'm feelin up the air no not talkin psi
She said she got it ready shit I guess I'll drop by
Told me her pussy wetty but that shit was bone dry
Slidin' in the 4 rings Ima fly
And I'm rollin big blunts just to get high
Hatin' on me but you can't justify
We can straighten it, it can get rectified
Walk off in the spot, I trap it out
Fuck yo path bitch I took my own route
Pass me the pussy bitch I knock it out
She want me to, but I'm not pullin out
She want me to, but I'm not pullin out
I am not a nigga that be chasin' the clout
Navy fed bitch I'm burning it out
If you want the sauce I can give a layout
I'm ballin hard niggas can't stand me
This shìt in they face just like 3D
I put that lil bitch right back in the streets
I get it 8 ways like my name was Bee
Yes I had to run it up, run it up
Can't fall in love with these bitches they hold me up
Been ahead of the mix you can't pour me up
I done fell out with the Wok tryna slow me up
Told that lil hoe to stay in a child's place
Overthinkin I been in a wild space
Feelin devious, might pull a Child's Play
Let some shots off and see what the crowd say
What the crowd say? They ain't sayin shit
They like what you doing? On the same shit
That ain't what I'm on ain't tryna hang bitch
Say they down to ride but quick to lane switch
When you think about it, it don't make sense
Down bad in his wallet he don't make cents
They don't really fuck with you just take hints
Ain't no need to speak or write a statement
Can't fall in love with these bitches they hold me up
Been ahead of the mix you can't pour me up
I done fell out with the Wok tryna slow me up
Told that lil hoe to stay in a child's place
Overthinkin I been in a wild space
Feelin devious, might pull a Child's Play
Let some shots off and see what the crowd say
What the crowd say? They ain't sayin shit
They like what you doing? On the same shit
That ain't what I'm on ain't tryna hang bitch
Say they down to ride but quick to lane switch
When you think about it, it don't make sense
Down bad in his wallet he don't make cents
They don't really fuck with you just take hints
Ain't no need to speak or write a statement
I'm pushin P Peter but I'm not no family guy
I'm feelin up the air no not talkin psi
She said she got it ready shit I guess I'll drop by
Told me her pussy wetty but that shit was bone dry
Slidin' in the 4 rings Ima fly
And I'm rollin big blunts just to get high
Hatin' on me but you can't justify
We can straighten it, it can get rectified
Walk off in the spot, I trap it out
Fuck yo path bitch I took my own route
Pass me the pussy bitch I knock it out
She want me to, but I'm not pullin out
She want me to, but I'm not pullin out
I am not a nigga that be chasin' the clout
Navy fed bitch I'm burning it out
If you want the sauce I can give a layout
I'm ballin hard niggas can't stand me
This shìt in they face just like 3D
I put that lil bitch right back in the streets
I get it 8 ways like my name was Bee
Yes I had to run it up, run it up
Can't fall in love with these bitches they hold me up
Been ahead of the mix you can't pour me up
I done fell out with the Wok tryna slow me up
Told that lil hoe to stay in a child's place
Overthinkin I been in a wild space
Feelin devious, might pull a Child's Play
Let some shots off and see what the crowd say
What the crowd say? They ain't sayin shit
They like what you doing? On the same shit
That ain't what I'm on ain't tryna hang bitch
Say they down to ride but quick to lane switch
When you think about it, it don't make sense
Down bad in his wallet he don't make cents
They don't really fuck with you just take hints
Ain't no need to speak or write a statement
Credits
Writer(s): Dewayne Ryles
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