children s song

Vince Staples

Pressin five til the pen, free my Aphex Twin
In the street like
I ain t really tryna scrape that rim (Uh)
Niggas be like (Like)
Ayy, bro, member back when? ( Member back when?)
Let it go, loc (Let it go, loc)
I m way too rich to be your friend (On the hood)
I m way too lit to let you dim me (Niggas can t dim me)
Ridin round South Pasadena on a ten speed
And I still got blicky (Boom)
And I still get tricky (Still get tricky)
It is what it is (Still get filthy)

Don t play with my Crippin
go play with your kids, bitch (Yeah)
Don t play with my Crippin
go play with your kids, bitch (Yeah)
Don t play with my Crippin , go play with your kids
Don t play with my?, go play with your?
Don t play with my Crippin
go play with your kids, bitch (Damn, damn)
(Yeah)

Don t be callin my phone after eight, I m at home
(Ayy, check it out, yeah)
Ayy, don t be callin my phone after eight
I m in bed, bitch (Bitch)
And if I m with a bitch, it s not none of your business
Gotta keep this shit bliss, gotta keep this shit ignant
Pray this not what the devil intended (Nah)
It s money outside, go and get it
Make a ticket
Up all night with the smokers and crickets
I been broke all my life, had to flip it
All these grown niggas livin off women (What?)
(They doin what?)
That ain t no real shit

Don t play with my Crippin
go play with your kids, bitch (Damn)
Don t play with my Crippin
go play with your kids, bitch (Damn)
Don t play with my Crippin , go play with your?
Don t play with my?, go play with your?
Don t play with my Crippin , go play with your kids, bitch
(Yeah)
Don t play with my Crippin , go play with your kids, bitch

Don t play with my?, don t play with my?
Don t play with my?, don t play with my?
Don t play with my?, don t play with my?