Wild Child Songtext
von Duvy

This shit off the top man
But you ′ready knew that
Okayyy

Yeah, pocket rocket, I'd do what you wouldn′t
Got it done, yeah they said that I couldn't
Gotta lay low 'cause the feds lookin′
I got these links on me, can′t lean, yeah
I got all these links on me, can't lean
Get on the block with my n—,
We try to shoot where yo′ hood is
I'm poppin′ mad prescriptions, don't mind me I′m trip, trippin'
My dawgs finna shoot you, yeah
If I shoot a n—, I'm wit′ it (Keepin′ it real)
Free my n— we was outside, outside was searchin' for a kill


See changes, that′s how you feel
Hmm, yeah
I never play Madden but n—, I thought we was stuck in the field
Screamin' "Murda shit," right when we stickin′ that code
Yeah, my n— got codeine
I'm runnin′ the streets, got one in the head, clip loadin'
She said, I'm a wild child, she lovin′ the post
I′ma keep doin' it, a n— try trying doin′ it, n— I'm through with it
Quit playin′ like of them n— you merked
I lose it, all of this dog, like he had a vet
Don't be crossin′ the wrong side, yeah don't do it
We dead 'em (We dead ′em)
Fifteen hundred for most of my sneaks
And I′m rockin' out payments, where they left ′em
Gotta move right, n— dyin' wit′ it
Don't be crossin′ the wrong side, don't do it (Hmm)
Got my n— they fightin' somebody, so now we fightin′ nobody

Yeah, pocket rocket, I′d do what you wouldn't
Got it done, yeah they said that I couldn′t
Gotta lay low 'cause the feds lookin′
I got these links on me, can't lean, yeah
I got all these links on me, can′t lean
Get on the block with my n—,
We try to shoot where yo' hood is
I'm poppin′ mad prescriptions, don′t mind me I'm trip, trippin′
My dawgs finna shoot you, yeah
If I shoot a n—, I'm wit′ it (Keepin' it real)
Free my n— we was outside, outside was searchin′ for a kill


Ain't a bible, I ain't tryna hit nobody
Like I said, we slidin′, tryna find ′em
Make the wrong move, flat in dry iron
My n— keep spinnin' they block, they ain′t outside, them n— retired, yeah (The feds)
I'm sick and tired of them fakes
I′m rollin' up dead guys, I′m spacin'
Like I'm D Wade, I′m still wit′ da heat
They all say they're riders, they really gone ride for me (ride)
Ion really hit it, I just get this shit and all that
Drained feelin′, hope it never end
Drum .6, you could keep it
In the mids

Pocket rocket, I'd do what you wouldn′t
Got it done, yeah they said that I couldn't
Gotta lay low ′cause the feds lookin'
I got these links on me, can't lean, yeah
I got all these links on me, can′t lean
Get on the block with my n—,
We try to shoot where yo′ hood is
I'm poppin′ mad prescriptions, don't mind me I′m trip, trippin'
My dawgs finna shoot you, yeah
If I shoot a n—, I′m wit' it (Keepin' it real)
Free my n— we was outside, outside was searchin′ for a kill
Crazy, that′s how you feel