CHILDISH ft. FLOKKSTAR Lyrics

You ever left out of your city & stuck with the violence?

Ma i be working for real but these niggas be childish

I be mixing these chemicals like i wasn't passing science

Now i'm on top of the game and i feel like a giant

Too many collect calls, never decline em'

You stuck in the trenches? then this a reminder

Cuz my bitch bad she look like Rheanna

I get them dollas for real i be stacking soluna

Serving fentanyl i fell in love in love with the commas

Clip long this shit look like anaconda

Your brodie was fresh, but he died in designer

Little bro wiping his nose, man he clearing his sinus

Can't fuck with that bitch no more she behind me

I can't trust no hoe no more they might just line me

I can't call my bro no more my twiz he dead

Roll up put one to the head fuck it focus on the bread

It's just me and niko playing chess don't want em around me

Come roll outta town with me

I know you tired of me

Cause i'm fucking on hoes on you

That bitch she too childish

I act older than you flokkie mr put it on he don't need no stylist

Greet me as your highness

Nmt the flyest

Step the bro try it

Guarantee you dying

My hoe caught me cheating

She ask why i'm lying

I got bigger fish to fry

I see momma crying

You ever left out of your city & stuck with the violence?

Ma i be working for real but these niggas be childish

I be mixing these chemicals like i wasn't passing science

Now i'm on top of the game and i feel like a giant

Too many collect calls, never decline em'

You stuck in the trenches? then this a reminder

Cuz my bitch bad she look like Rheanna

I get them dollas for real i be stacking soluna

Serving fentanyl i fell in love in love with the commas

Clip long this shit look like anaconda

Your brodie was fresh, but he died in designer

Little bro wiping his nose, man he clearing his sinus

We got

Mops

Choppas

Hit em' up said they gon need him a doctor

They aiming for heads trying to take off a roster

With no mommy and daddy i ain't seen my father

When you raised in the streets this shit feel like a foster

What you know about grieving? bro died to a chopper

I'm leaning for real trying to forget the monsters

Drank in the cup

Uh huh

When shit got bad you just left

Uh huh

Mommy beating her cancer can't die

Uh huh

How you left me for dead gotta strive

Uh huh

Either you gang or you ain't pick a side

Uh huh

We was hungry for days and i cried

Uh huh

How you say you was down but you lied

Uh huh

So i want no more tears in this ride

Uh huh

You ever left out of your city & stuck with the violence?

Ma i be working for real but these niggas be childish

I be mixing these chemicals like i wasn't passing science

Now i'm on top of the game and i feel like a giant

Too many collect calls, never decline em'

You stuck in the trenches? then this a reminder

Cuz my bitch bad she look like Rheanna

I get them dollas for real i be stacking soluna

Serving fentanyl i fell in love in love with the commas

Clip long this shit look like anaconda

Your brodie was fresh, but he died in designer

Little bro wiping his nose, man he clearing his sinus