Child Boy (Freestyle)

[Part I: Child Boy]

[Verse]

Pop it if you can, I don't want glasses with no cameras

That's what I told her when I met her (Right)

Choppa city, choppa style, big Berettas

Twin spin like David Guetta (Grr)

Tattoo on my face and the V stand for vendetta

Blowin' up my phone, everything you just said, you coulda wrote that in a letter (Right)

I can never get that time back and that's unfortunate

Your BD put items inside the cart but never order it (Ooh)

Diamonds in my ear, same size as a quarter is (Right)

If my bitch get fucked by someone like me, I'd bе more than pissed

Let your bitch vеnt, she flat out told me that you bore the bitch

Way too many hoes for a P to go to war for it (Right)

Way too many fatherless bad bitches to go to war for one

You see me with some hoes, don't ask for at's, go source you some

I gatekeep

[Part II: POP IT]

[Segue]

Turn up

[Verse]

Am I geeked on G6? Bitch, I might be (Right)

In a box logo tee like a hypebeast (Right)

You won't catch me three-stripin', I'm Nike (Right)

I'm flattered when new niggas bite me (Right)

I don't need credit, my visa works nicely, bitch (Right)

Diamonds on me like an Icee (Right)

Hermès box orange like a Hi-C (Ooh)

Fuck these niggas, I sit at the high seat (Ooh)

She so thick, in a while, she'll have knock knees (Hm)

I went diamond without eatin' broccoli (Facts)

Way I pop it, top opp gon' want pop me (Pop)

Is it likely? No, wallahi (What?)

Big stepper, run shit like Gaddafi (Grr)

Tell that cracker, "Keep poppin' it"

Hope he can dodge bullets, neo-Nazi (Hrr)

[Outro]

Oh (Hrr, hrr)

This world cold, ain't it, baby? (Hrr)

This world cold, ain't it, baby? (Hrr)

Ain't no love in it, baby (Hrr)

Ain't no love in it, baby (Hrr)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, pop it (Hrr)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, don't stop, pop it (Hrr)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Hrr)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (What the—? Concrete)