Wildin'

Wildin'

You talk too much, I thought all gangsters move in silence

If he want that smoke, gotta match this gas, them bullets fry him

I wanna move my family out the O, so I been grinding

Money coming in, but it been slow, them bills keep piling

I wanna flood my wrist, then flood my bitch, we rocking diamonds

Mama said she keep on having dreams about me dying

You ain't gotta worry bout your son, he tote that iron

Even when I was young, I been the one

I'm out here, wildin'

Never would listen, you can't tell me shit

Give a fuck what they say, I'm as real as it get

It been a minute, gotta keep going in

Looking forward to hell, so I smile when I sin

Ride in both lanes, don't plan on crashing, but it happens

Get the fuck out the way, don't do no capping, pick your casket

Ain't switching sides, it's do or die, I swear I'm true to the gang

I stayed solid, they can't break me, I'ma stand on my name

We lost Black, then we lost Skeemo, man, this shit ain't the same

I seen my dawg laying in them streets that night, we stood in the rain

Haven't been showing no sympathy

I don't know what done got into me, nah, nah

I fill my cup with the Hennessy, my bitch a baddie, and plus she a rider

Stayed down with my ****

I be with guerillas

And I can't forget 'bout the shottas

I'm moving different

They say that I'm drunk

'Cause I ain't grow up with a father

Since I was little, I been on my own

My **** died, I been in my zone

I'm seventeen, but it feel like I'm grown

Mam keep calling like, "Pick up the phone"

I told her don't worry, I'm gon' make it home

I keep thinking 'bout what happened to bro

I'm seeking revenge, no, I can't let it go

So I been

Wildin'

You talk too much, I thought all gangsters move in silence

If he want that smoke, gotta match this gas, them bullets fry him

I wanna move my family out the O, so I been grinding

Money coming in, but it been slow, them bills keep piling

I wanna flood my wrist, then flood my bitch, we rocking diamonds

Mama said she keep on having dreams about me dying

You ain't gotta worry bout your son, he tote that iron

Even when I was young, I been the one

I'm out here, wildin'

I'm out here, wildin'

I'm out here, wildin'

I'm out here, wildin'

I'm out here, wildin'

I ain't a killer

'Cause I'm surrounded by hitters

So I ain't gotta press my pistol

So I been chilling

I'm tryna run up a million

But still gotta keep a whistle

Fuck how you feeling

Don't give a fuck how you feeling

Ain't sorry if I offend you

I gotta get it

I'm tryna run up them digits

My ****, I'm too official

I was out there on a late night

Yeah

What's a lil' fish to a great white?

Yeah

Cops pull up, I'ma take flight

I get caught, then I just play dumb

You a broke boy, go get some bands

Can't tell me shit

I do what I want

You can match gas if you know what I'm saying

How you want war? You ain't got no guns

How you want beef? You ain't got no sticks

**** with me ain't got no picks

Ain't outside when we bend that strip

Had to fire my opps, they ain't on shit

Everywhere we go, you know we lit

Yeah, uh

Everywhere we go, you know we lit

'Cause I been

Wildin'

You talk too much, I thought all gangsters move in silence

If he want that smoke, gotta match this gas, them bullets fry him

I wanna move my family out the O, so I been grinding

Money coming in, but it been slow, them bills keep piling

I wanna flood my wrist, than flood my bitch, we rocking diamonds

Mama said she keep on having dreams about me dying

You ain't gotta worry bout your son, he tote that iron

Even when I was young, I been the one

I'm out here, wildin'

I'm out here, wildin'

I'm out here, wildin'

I'm out here, wildin'