Listen to Wild Child by Duvy

Wild Child

Duvy

Hip-Hop/Rap

568 Shazams

Lyrics

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
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