Duvy - Wild Child lyrics

This shit off the top, man (Hey, CR)
But you already knew that
Okay (Grrrt)

Yeah, pocket rocket, I do what you wouldn't
Got it done, yeah, they said that I couldn’t
Gotta lay low 'cause the feds lookin'
(The feds, feds)
All of these links on me, can’t link
(Can't link)
Yeah, I got all these links on me
Can't link
(Mhm, yeah yeah)
Hit block with my nigga
We tryna shoot where your hood is
(Shoot where your hood is, yeah)
I'm poppin' mad prescriptions
Don't mind me
I'm tripping
My dawg tryna shoot, yeah
I'm tryna shoot, nigga


I’m with it
(Yeah! Yeah)
Keeping it real
Free my nigga, we was outside
Outside was searching for kill

You changing, see that’s how you feel
(Mhm, yeah)
I nеver played Madden, but nigga
I thought wе was stuck in the field
(Mhm, yeah)
Screaming, "Murder, she wrote", when we
Sticking to code, yeah
My nigga I caught it
When we running the streets, got
One in the head
Clip loaded
She say I'm a wild child, shit
She lovin’ the potion
(She lovin' the potion)
I'ma keep doing it, a nigga
Try do me, nigga
I'm through it
(Nigga, I’m through it)
Quit playing, I ain't one of
Them niggas you meant
I lose it
(I lose it)
All of this dog, like he at a vet (My dawg)
Don't be crossing the wrong
Yeah, don't do it
We did 'em
(We did 'em)
Fifteen-hundred for most of my sneaks
And I'm walking on pavements
Where they left him
(Mm-hm)
Gotta move right, niggas dying with it
(They dying with it)
Don't be crossing that wrong, nah
Don't do it
(Mm-hm)
Got my niggas they fighting somebody
So now we ain't fighting nobody
(Grrt-grrt)

Yeah, pocket rocket, I do what you wouldn't
Got it done, yeah, they said that I couldn't
Gotta lay low 'cause the feds lookin'
(Feds, feds)
All of these links on me, can't link
(Hell nah)
Yeah, I got all these links on me
Can't link
(Mhm, yeah yeah)
Hit block with my nigga
We tryna shoot where your hood is
(Yeah)
I'm poppin' mad prescriptions
Don't mind me
I'm tripping
My dawg tryna shoot, yeah
I'm tryna shoot, nigga
I'm with it
(Yeah! Yeah)
Keeping it real
Free my nigga, we was outside
Outside was searching for kill
(Grrt-grrt)

Ain't in the bible
I ain't tryna hit on nobody
Like I slay, we sliding to find him
(Tryna find him)
Make the wrong move, flat and dry iron
(Grrt-grrt)
My nigga keep spinning they block
They ain't out, said them niggas retired
(Facts)
I'm sick and tired of them fake niggas
I'm rolling up dead guys on spaceship
(I faced it)
Like I'm Dee way I stay with heat
(That fire)
They all say they riders
Is you really gon' ride for me?
(Is you gon' ride?)
I'm really in it
I just get this shit how I live
Drank feeling, hope it never end
How beautiful, I ain't never met you
Drunk sex, you could keep it (Grrrt)
(Them meds)

Yeah, pocket rocket, I do what you wouldn't
Got it done, yeah, they said that I couldn't
Gotta lay low 'cause the feds lookin'
(The feds, feds)
All of these links on me, can't link
(Can't link)
Yeah, I got all these links on me
Can't link
(Mhm, yeah yeah)
Hit block with my nigga
We tryna shoot where your hood is
(Shoot where your hood is, yeah)
I'm poppin' mad prescriptions
Don't mind me
I'm tripping
My dawg tryna shoot, yeah
I'm tryna shoot, nigga
I'm with it
(Yeah! Yeah)
Keeping it real
Free my nigga, we was outside
Outside was searching for kill
You changing, see that's how you feel