Elisha Tayler - Childish Lyrics

Out your city, woah
All my money digital
Ride with the same people for life, but they change that isn't right
I can't hang, crackas been wylin
Ball the same since I was childish
F*ck the fame, i'll just keep robbin
Out the lane if you ain't sliding
Tell me where you at though
Keep on coming back, oh
I can never say no, money never change, no
Diamonds at an angle
F*cking shawty's face, woah
She don't wanna play, no
Games for her sake, woah
223's with a big MAC, y'all don't want smoke where you at?
Gangland nigga, bitch I been that, she don't want weed she want crack
Why that nigga psyched?
Summer rain got these bitches freaky at night
Xans on my bitch she mix it with strobe light
Cross on the jeans bitch a nigga feeling psycho, oh
Money get 'em right, oh-oh
Turn 'em in to dykes, oh-oh-oh
Never out they phase, no
Out your city, woah
All my money digital
Ride with the same people for life, but they change that isn't right
I can't hang, crackas been wylin
Ball the same since I was childish
F*ck the fame, i'll just keep robbin
Out the lane if you ain't sliding
Yeah, woah
Yeah the head was great
I just copped the Rollie now i'm never late
I don't give 'em bread for what they do for me
Niggas folding heavy, f*ck her two times then she leave
Grabbing for the keys, damn she get conceited
Only came for the Mike Jack, beat it
Nowadays all i'm tryna do is slide on a nigga bitch
If she ain't trippin then she ride wit us
Close the doors, jump in there vibing, house party 'bout to slide
Way that they gon' slide, I feel uninvited
Cruising' in a Hybrid, baby mad fye wit it, I don't need a stylist
Rollin woods till we smilin'
Tryna catch the vibes in this bitch and i'm wit it, i'm wit it
Why that nigga psyched?
Summer rain got these bitches freaky at night
Xans on my bitch she mix it with strobe light
Cross on the jeans bitch a nigga feeling psycho, oh
Money get 'em right, oh-oh
Turn 'em in to dykes, oh-oh-oh
Never out they phase, no
Ayy, ayy