Wild Child Lyrics

I'm trying to get crazy, party like a rockstar

Sip on some Bacardi with my girl, steal a cop car

Here we go, vroom vroom, down around the corner, pull that e-brake

Drift around these piggies need for speed go my own pace

Try and catch me now, man I wish that they would

They try fucking with us now while we smoking on good

Why can't I smoke with the captain of the precinct

Get the piggie high, give em wings so he can't sink

Lighten up bitch, before you end up in a ditch

Life's too short to not do what you wanna

Fuck the drama, materialistic greedy motherfuckers make me sick

I'm rich bitch, getting wild with my fucking click

Who's up, who's up, I'm next up on the list

I'm the shit, get a grip, before it's too late to get

I admit, I'm a little suspicious when it comes to the business

Right smack in the middle of getting these digits

I'm vicious with it, drop the hammer like Thor

I keep it low key, with a stogie, call up Smokey

Friday after next jacking Santa, what a phony

Call up Craig and Day-day, don't be acting like you know me

My guns go boom boom, your guns don't do shit

You be shooting rubber bullets, looking like an idiot

Ignorance is bliss when you don't know what to miss

Here's the trick to the hustle of the trade take some notes

Grab yo pen and paper, tell them haters fuck off trader

You just a doubter who keeps envying, they calling me later

When they be wanting me, spewing gluttony, I'm on the uppity

They always want me now when they be trying to profit off the beat

It's typical they flipping like reciprocals

My syllables are sicker than mac Miller

The pillars be hard killers, to demons, the grievance

My heart is so cold, I chalked it up and locked it up and now I'm loading a bowl

It's time to blast off, mask off, fuck you and your NASCAR

You ain't got a clue, you what's wrong in the past time

You think you above the law what a joke bro

When you the biggest biggest bitch of em all so

Load up the clip and hotbox yo whip

Yeah, Burn up the zip & fall back like this

I am the sinner, never been a winner, I ain't tripping

I'm just sipping and chillin' and cruising

Laying low starting a movement

What's up what's up, why you fucking with us

You on that short bus, I'm on the tour bus, you wish you were us

Too bad, so sad, go cry to mommy mad

She need to burp the baby, take him back to his dad

Before he throws a hissy fit, you such a little bitch

Why the fuck you gotta make a scene, when you ain't in the script

Lights, camera, action as I throw you out the door

Hasta lluego, I'll see ya never bro

You sparring with a prodigy, who smokes a lot of dro

The problem with society, the government's a joke

Fills yo head with lunacy, the lies, deception

Argue with each other tryna change our perception

But that ain't gonna work on me no no