Lil Keed - Child (feat. Moneybagg Yo) lyrics

Trap out the Bentley
Don't trap out no Regal
Geeked the fuck out
I don't know none of these people
Come out the sunroof and hit at his people
Throwin' these flames, no need for no heater
Little bitty boy always
Showin' his bankrolls
They on his ass like hyenas
Fuckin' these hoes, yeah, no middle finger
Passin' my hoes to my brothers
They hit 'em
Got three hoes just like Destiny's Child
Diamonds real water, please bring the sink
Child
They just wanna say my name, child
I'ma catch arthritis with all these rings
Child
But it's okay

I put double C on me, yeah
Now these bitches callin' 'em
Y'all niggas play with young YSL
Know we catchin' flagrant fouls
Yeah, I went Givenchy my kicks
My Saint Laurent jacket got slit's
Yeah, she rose gold pierce her tit's
I rode a private jet, cross that off the list
Yeah, we open fire, don't say a word
I don't give a fuck what you heard
We been killin' niggas 'fore they
Came out with Purge
Pop a Percocet, yeah, they body hurt
Hit Jeffrey, you know I had to splurge
Jump in Maybach, then we close the curtains
Real trap nigga

Trap out the Bentley
Don't trap out no Regal
Geeked the fuck out
I don't know none of these people
Come out the sunroof and hit at his people
Throwin' these flames, no need for no heater
Little bitty boy always
Showin' his bankrolls
They on his ass like hyenas
Fuckin' these hoes, yeah, no middle finger
Passin' my hoes to my brothers
They hit 'em
Got three hoes just like Destiny's Child
(Tre, baby)
Diamonds real water, please bring the sink
Child
(Right now)
They just wanna say my name, child (Big Bagg)
I'ma catch arthritis with all these rings
Child
(Go)
But it's okay

I just pulled up in a foreign two seater
(Skrrt)
Breakin' a knob, I trap off the meter (Trap)
Duckin' a charge and clutchin' the heater
(Woah)
Half a ticket chillin' on my wife beater
(Now)
I'm from the jungle, I be with the creatures
Never get full, if they hungry, they eat you
(Grr)
I put in the word, and then they delete him
And if you can't find him
Then hit up his people
(Whoever)
Bread on me, no funnel cake (Ayy)
The team eat with me, a hundred plates (Gang)
Get straight to the action
I don't wanna date
(No)
And bitch bring her friend, accommodate (Ugh)
I'm locked in with mine, don't need no plug
In here with slime, Lil Keed like blood
Fuck your feelings, sweep 'em under the rug
Forever heartless, I don't need no love

Trap out the Bentley
Don't trap out no Regal
Geeked the fuck out
I don't know none of these people
Come out the sunroof and hit at his people
Throwin' these flames, no need for no heater
Little bitty boy always
Showin' his bankrolls
They on his ass like hyenas
Fuckin' these hoes, yeah, no middle finger
Passin' my hoes to my brothers
They hit 'em
Got three hoes just like Destiny's Child
Diamonds real water, please bring the sink
Child
They just wanna say my name, child
I'ma catch arthritis with all these rings
Child
But it's okay