[Chorus]
White girls, goin' wild./
Been at trash can, and livin' buckwild./
Get crazy and wild./
GB and Wicked Wild, Child./
All night, I can drive, you wild./
Off rip as a lickle child./
HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild, child.../
[Verse 1]
What place is this? This is Oomp Camp, bitch./
Whether broke or you're rich./
Winding up, here comes the pitch./
Underground guys whof ain't a flop bitch./
Addin' up chips, a motherfucker tryin to get rich./
[Chorus]
White girls, goin' wild
Been at trash can, and livin' buckwild
Get crazy and wild
GB and Wicked Wild, Child
All night, I can drive, you wild
Off rip as a lickle child
HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild, child... Motherfucker
[Verse 2]
Hannibal Lector style my dinner's served./
Showed me what I deserved./
Manifest the message, lessons involved./
Manipulate thе earth that you formerly beliеved./
Never thought you'd choose the ways that Judas paved./
For I was, my father son, hallowed and only beloved./
To enter through the gates ya gotta gotta be saved./
Yo, truer lyrics were praised, the listeners craved./
(Yo', you see those two guys around there?)
(Yeah?)
(They invited me to party!)
(Really?)
(Yeah, yeah.)
(They invited me too?)
(No.)
(Hey? What the fuck?)
I'ma keep it goin' I'm elevated, I'm dedicated, I'm feelin' amazin' I'm smokin' the plan I feel Jamaican./
I walk in your CD's./
People are talkin' about me but shout-out to P. Diddy./
Give aids to you I'll be with it./
Lookin' at the crowd and I feelin' so super naughty they give me your freaking topic I'm really rapping about it./
Keeping the company back in the city and I really be workin' a pretty comfy like everyday mr. MacAfee record a thirty golden all day like a who ya top in a gamin' yeah I love it./ Y'all remember me some video when I don't blow it./
I'm gonna tell you 'bout the life that I gotta get./
Whole lot of views and 2025 I get rich./
This is real music./
So they repeated I'm grabbin' the mic and I use it./
Rappers they stupid, no I'm not Lil Pump or Tekashi they really is fucking stupid./
Wait, that was that gang that I love./
I wish a cat would try to rob me for my dollar signs in my eyes./
Walk up in his crib my street is kind like the columbine./
(rraah, rraah)
I'm gonna lay them down on the ground./
(Uh)
Keep that shit open if I can appeal the homie in the back./
Keep diggin' the rap, I'm killin' a chap./
You know those sexual harrasment pedophilics on instagram and snapchat./
If you gonna google me, I never been no fucking foolery./
I have a couple of Glocks and AK's in my lockery./
Are you talking about my jewelry./
I hate California and I'm gonna be in history./ Uncle Portland Oregon, I never gonna make a single beat./
Hands on the deck, then I'm feelin' right./
I got a big brother and his name is Dizzy Wright./
I'm in studio light, every night./
And I'm from Finland and there is livery straight./
I'm gonna be Savino kind./
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah! I'm a product of a broken home./
Who is where took 'em Grove./
Los Angeles, Compton gang member leave you when I find gold./
Stick into the strip from in the cast like a open book./
Meet me at the Deli wheat bread info alone./
Cash in my pocket, sell crack for the profit./
Four bitches when I get it desk cash I deposit, loose cash in my wallet./
[Chorus]
White girls, goin' wild
Been at trash can, and livin' buckwild
Get crazy and wild
GB and Wicked Wild, Child
All night, I can drive, you wild
Off rip as a lickle child
HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild, child...
[Verse 3]
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm fly, I'm high./
Count to five./
Hopped out whipping drive./
I talk my shit and slide./
I wait for the big drop./
Gang shit, my hang shit./
I have all of Lil Pump's bitches right?/
Bad bitches start dancin' right?/
I've got like I'm Lance and I fight./
Everybody says I'm dork./
Stab them with a fork./
Such kill, I'm ill, I-A-E all I do is hit the board
(Ay)
I can make computers survive aquatic, conditions I'm feeling you./
With appending mixtape that only seems like a myth./
Now most kids can't figure the fudge, they can't deal with./
The shit, equipped with stress, regrets and visions./
Keys cats flip, call them fradulent they plead that fifth./
All that shit..fuck you fool,../
Sweatin my jewels but it's cool./
First thing, flippin over dollars, searching./
I knock on the door with my ring-ring./
Proof of prophecies script in sand./
I'm comin, mom, two .50 cal's in hand./
I fuck wit' only real thugs./
I'll probably fry with my sluts./
Fuck the stupid hoes who be playin' on yo phone look./
And they were just like your mom's favorite recipe book./
First up you got the Jack of spades./
For decades, I infect AIDS to rap brigades./
White girls, goin' wild./
Been at trash can, and livin' buckwild./
Get crazy and wild./
GB and Wicked Wild, Child./
All night, I can drive, you wild./
Off rip as a lickle child./
HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild, child.../
[Verse 1]
What place is this? This is Oomp Camp, bitch./
Whether broke or you're rich./
Winding up, here comes the pitch./
Underground guys whof ain't a flop bitch./
Addin' up chips, a motherfucker tryin to get rich./
[Chorus]
White girls, goin' wild
Been at trash can, and livin' buckwild
Get crazy and wild
GB and Wicked Wild, Child
All night, I can drive, you wild
Off rip as a lickle child
HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild, child... Motherfucker
[Verse 2]
Hannibal Lector style my dinner's served./
Showed me what I deserved./
Manifest the message, lessons involved./
Manipulate thе earth that you formerly beliеved./
Never thought you'd choose the ways that Judas paved./
For I was, my father son, hallowed and only beloved./
To enter through the gates ya gotta gotta be saved./
Yo, truer lyrics were praised, the listeners craved./
(Yo', you see those two guys around there?)
(Yeah?)
(They invited me to party!)
(Really?)
(Yeah, yeah.)
(They invited me too?)
(No.)
(Hey? What the fuck?)
I'ma keep it goin' I'm elevated, I'm dedicated, I'm feelin' amazin' I'm smokin' the plan I feel Jamaican./
I walk in your CD's./
People are talkin' about me but shout-out to P. Diddy./
Give aids to you I'll be with it./
Lookin' at the crowd and I feelin' so super naughty they give me your freaking topic I'm really rapping about it./
Keeping the company back in the city and I really be workin' a pretty comfy like everyday mr. MacAfee record a thirty golden all day like a who ya top in a gamin' yeah I love it./ Y'all remember me some video when I don't blow it./
I'm gonna tell you 'bout the life that I gotta get./
Whole lot of views and 2025 I get rich./
This is real music./
So they repeated I'm grabbin' the mic and I use it./
Rappers they stupid, no I'm not Lil Pump or Tekashi they really is fucking stupid./
Wait, that was that gang that I love./
I wish a cat would try to rob me for my dollar signs in my eyes./
Walk up in his crib my street is kind like the columbine./
(rraah, rraah)
I'm gonna lay them down on the ground./
(Uh)
Keep that shit open if I can appeal the homie in the back./
Keep diggin' the rap, I'm killin' a chap./
You know those sexual harrasment pedophilics on instagram and snapchat./
If you gonna google me, I never been no fucking foolery./
I have a couple of Glocks and AK's in my lockery./
Are you talking about my jewelry./
I hate California and I'm gonna be in history./ Uncle Portland Oregon, I never gonna make a single beat./
Hands on the deck, then I'm feelin' right./
I got a big brother and his name is Dizzy Wright./
I'm in studio light, every night./
And I'm from Finland and there is livery straight./
I'm gonna be Savino kind./
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah! I'm a product of a broken home./
Who is where took 'em Grove./
Los Angeles, Compton gang member leave you when I find gold./
Stick into the strip from in the cast like a open book./
Meet me at the Deli wheat bread info alone./
Cash in my pocket, sell crack for the profit./
Four bitches when I get it desk cash I deposit, loose cash in my wallet./
[Chorus]
White girls, goin' wild
Been at trash can, and livin' buckwild
Get crazy and wild
GB and Wicked Wild, Child
All night, I can drive, you wild
Off rip as a lickle child
HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild, child...
[Verse 3]
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm fly, I'm high./
Count to five./
Hopped out whipping drive./
I talk my shit and slide./
I wait for the big drop./
Gang shit, my hang shit./
I have all of Lil Pump's bitches right?/
Bad bitches start dancin' right?/
I've got like I'm Lance and I fight./
Everybody says I'm dork./
Stab them with a fork./
Such kill, I'm ill, I-A-E all I do is hit the board
(Ay)
I can make computers survive aquatic, conditions I'm feeling you./
With appending mixtape that only seems like a myth./
Now most kids can't figure the fudge, they can't deal with./
The shit, equipped with stress, regrets and visions./
Keys cats flip, call them fradulent they plead that fifth./
All that shit..fuck you fool,../
Sweatin my jewels but it's cool./
First thing, flippin over dollars, searching./
I knock on the door with my ring-ring./
Proof of prophecies script in sand./
I'm comin, mom, two .50 cal's in hand./
I fuck wit' only real thugs./
I'll probably fry with my sluts./
Fuck the stupid hoes who be playin' on yo phone look./
And they were just like your mom's favorite recipe book./
First up you got the Jack of spades./
For decades, I infect AIDS to rap brigades./
( SparkyFIN )
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