Childish (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Girl you actin' stupid I think you kinda clueless I don't wanna fuck with you no more You playin' hella games, Nintendo Girl you actin' childish (whoa) Girl you actin' childish (whoa, yeah, yeah) Girl you actin' childish, childish, childish (mmmm) Girl you actin' childish, childish, childish (mmmm) Girl you actin' childish Damn I miss my thick bitch Katrina Ride the dick so good like my Beamer When I seen you at the mall you was peepin' Same day on the IG creepin' In my DM like "Vell, hit me up" I'm thinkin' in my head like man I'm finna fuck Called her on my phone I'm finna pull up Bounce out, fifty down I got my bands up I ain't tryin' to play no games I'm tryin' to luck up And I been about my money call it slow bucks You gotta get a clue baby These hundreds blue I'mma throw this money up It ain't nothin' to cut that bitch off Real nigga A1 cut from the cloth Used to take you to the mall, showed you how to ball Now you blowin' up my phone and I don't accept calls Gucci, Louis, Prada, Giuseppe, we trippin' Fuckin' hella models, champagne we sippin' I tried to hit her on the low-low But you was playin' hella games ho And I ain't fuckin' with you no mo' By the way I fucked TT, and she goes I'm the man in my city, East Oakland And when we ride around the city yeah we smokin', ho Why you wanna Play the games on me? Girl you fuckin' with a grown man And I ain't got time for that no