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[Intro] Wildchild You know I ain't really gotta do no flexing, I don't really need to Shit, I'm still tryna figure out what I gotta prove to 'em 'Cause it definitely ain't none of them niggas and these hoes gon' choose Shit, your ho, my ho, whoever, bitch nigga [Verse 1] Is you living or you balling? I don't even know what to call it I just wanted it, I bought that shit Go ask shawty, she'll tell you 'bout it I send her back, keep your deposit 'Cause I ain't even thinking 'bout that bitch Oh, so now I'm lit? Oh, so now I got 'em on my dick and I ain't even got a hit? Is it the Cubans? Make 'em gliss, the Percs and lean make me sick Can't even lie, I need to dеtox, I can see it when I piss Can't even liе, I need a vacay, this bitch wanna trip Say Jesus rose on the third day, on the fourth I took a sip They hit the spot on Thursday, that shit fucked up the year Say if it land on a Friday, we gon' make it disappear like [Chorus] Shawty wanna pop a pill, she ask me what it feel like Keep on asking how we live, I told the bitch this real life Diamonds cold enough to cool my cup, yeah, that shit real ice Sauce her up Fuck it, take her, boss her up, it ain't nothing I might not floss enough, but it ain't really cost me much, trust me, nigga Don't bring all them hoes with you if all them hoes ain't fucking How you want war with them young niggas and all they guns got buttons? [Verse 2] Okay, you know the Sprite muddy You know the ice flooded Now you know the price high, that shit gon' run you 'bout thirty No, I can't pull up right now, crackers hot, it's still early Quelo twenty-four hour chef, no matter what, he still serving Fuck it, nigga, we still swerving It's been years, I'm still hurting Don't think the pills working, we still lurking, tryna get him real worse This bitch a head doctor, but I think that I need a real nurse We talking expensive pain, I'm wasting lean on my designer shirt My brain say go to church, but I'm insane, I pop a Perc On all these drugs with Q3, but if they swing, know we alert Shit in my veins and that's since birth Go against the grain and that's a curse Hot like propane and I'ma blow up, nigga, if you don't put out the flame Niggas better cool me down [Chorus] Shawty wanna pop a pill, she ask me what it feel like Keep on asking how we live, I told the bitch this real life Diamonds cold enough to cool my cup, yeah, that shit real ice Sauce her up Fuck it, take her, boss her up, it ain't nothing I might not floss enough, but it ain't really cost me much, trust me, nigga Don't bring all them hoes with you if all them hoes ain't fucking How you want war with them young niggas and all they guns got buttons?