Child (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

Lyrics

Trap out the Bentley, don't trap out no Regal
 Geeked the fuck out, I don't know none of these people
 Come out the sunroof and hit at his people
 Throwin' these flames, no need for no heater
 Little bitty boy always showin' his bankrolls
 They on his ass like hyenas
 Fuckin' these hoes, yeah, no middle finger
 Passin' my hoes to my brothers, they hit 'em
 Got three hoes just like Destiny's Child
 Diamonds real water, please bring the sink, child
 They just wanna say my name, child
 I'ma catch arthritis with all these rings, child
 But it's okay
 I put double C on me, yeah
 Now these bitches callin' 'em
 Y'all niggas play with young YSL
 Know we catchin' flagrant fouls
 Yeah, I went Givenchy my kicks
 My Saint Laurent jacket got slits
 Yeah, she rose gold pierce her tits
 I rode a private jet, cross that off the list
 Yeah, we open fire, don't say a word
 I don't give a fuck what you heard
 We been killin' niggas 'fore they came out with Purge
 Pop a Percocet, yeah, they body hurt
 Hit Jeffrey, you know I had to splurge
 Jump in Maybach, then we close the curtains
 Real trap nigga
 Trap out the Bentley, don't trap out no Regal
 Geeked the fuck out, I don't know none of these people
 Come out the sunroof and hit at his people
 Throwin' these flames, no need for no heater
 Little bitty boy always showin' his bankrolls
 They on his ass like hyenas
 Fuckin' these hoes, yeah, no middle finger
 Passin' my hoes to my brothers, they hit 'em
 Got three hoes just like Destiny's Child (Tre, baby)
 Diamonds real water, please bring the sink, child (right now)
 They just wanna say my name, child (Big Bagg)
 I'ma catch arthritis with all these rings, child (go)
 But it's okay
 I just pulled up in a foreign two seater (skrrt)
 Breakin' a knob, I trap off the meter (trap)
 Duckin' a charge and clutchin' the heater (woah)
 Half a ticket chillin' on my wife beater (now)
 I'm from the jungle, I be with the creatures
 Never get full, if they hungry, they eat you (grr)
 I put in the word, and then they delete him
 And if you can't find him then hit up his people (whoever)
 Bread on me, no funnel cake (ayy)
 The team eat with me, a hundred plates (gang)
 Get straight to the action, I don't wanna date (no)
 And bitch bring her friend, accommodate (ugh)
 I'm locked in with mine, don't need no plug
 In here with slime, Lil Keed like blood
 Fuck your feelings, sweep 'em under the rug
 Forever heartless, I don't need no love
 Trap out the Bentley, don't trap out no Regal
 Geeked the fuck out, I don't know none of these people
 Come out the sunroof and hit at his people
 Throwin' these flames, no need for no heater
 Little bitty boy always showin' his bankrolls
 They on his ass like hyenas
 Fuckin' these hoes, yeah, no middle finger
 Passin' my hoes to my brothers, they hit 'em
 Got three hoes just like Destiny's Child
 Diamonds real water, please bring the sink, child
 They just wanna say my name, child
 I'ma catch arthritis with all these rings, child
 But it's okay
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:36
Key
5
Tempo
147 BPM

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