Child's Play Lyrics

Nigga tryna talk- Haha

Nah I got it

Try to talk about my- yeah

Talk about my yeah

Talk about my bitch boy that don't matter we got fully sticks

Skipping School and fucking on sum hoes on my Bully Shit

You don't got no guns, you got them toys on your woody shit

Hit her with my hoodie on, guess I gave her a hoodie dick

Coolest nigga in the game, who gon' take the name

Put a halo on that nigga cause he tried to touch my chain

Bitch, she easy, she gon' fuck & suck me up just for the fame

Yeah, lil' baby know I'm different cause she know her nigga lame

I got buffs , I need the bigger pair, I need the bigger frame

I need this bitch who mentally insane, that's my favorite man

I love playin' hoes, I swear to God, it's like my favorite game

I poof on hoes and then I reappear, I feel like David Blaine

I be killin' niggas, try to play with me, bitch, I'm like Chucky

See me walkin' in the function, then lil' ho gon' try to fuck me

Send Some shots, but that boy got away, I swear to God, he lucky

We take his arm, but you can't get another one, bitch, you not bucky

Yeah, my nigga's in the field with no pads, it's not rugby

I got bitches rubbin' on my stomach while I'm in my undies

All I do is slay bitches, they think I was Ted Bundy

Exotic glock and K-Switches, and them niggas got it from me

I be huntin' niggas, done like I was Kraven', hoes don't do no savin

All them niggas wait on me to fall, I'ma keep on waitin

Niggas think that he a demon, we gon' send that boy to Satan

Got too many hoes, I do not want him, I been doin' tradin

Rick Owens, we don't ride no steel toes, nigga

SRT on everything, cause we steal those, nigga

Got your shit from Panda buy, we got real clothes, nigga

You don't got the money, you can't get on me alone, nigga

Nigga, I'm done, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Mm-mm-mm, yeah, yeah, uh-uh-uh

Yeah, yeah, uh-uh-uh

Haha, peace