It's like two a.m. right now, and this f*ckin' beat call my name
Baby Drake came from Romania, but I'll put the gun down, beat the boy up, WrestleMania
Toxic waste up in my body, drinkin' shit like radium
Poppin' shit in small clubs, now I'm rockin' stadiums
European bitches, skinny lips, bones need fillers
I know Lil' Buddy Cap, you can't extend the Mac Miller
Ahhhh takin' drugs up in my body, I think somethin' wrong with my liver
Mama told me need a doctor, I can't sit still during dinner
Daddy said he hard on me, that's why he go belt to ass
Labeled as a bad kid, smokin' weed and skippin' class
Huh huh, smokin' weed and skippin' class
F*ck a job and f*ck a school, scratch off the lot, hop in the bag
Love her hair so Indian, just need some water and a brush
ABC is f*ck a weave and tell that bitch to hush, hush
If you mad about that last bar, rest in peace to Lil' Keed
I'm the brown boy counted out, the one you didn't know you need
I'm the one you counted out, the one you cutted from the team
I'm the one you counted out, the one that turned MVP
Baby, I'm a rockstar, baby, I'm a rockstar
I'm a street nigga and I love to sip on Wockhardt
Thankin that's my cock hard, baby, that's my glock
Like I'm on Grave Digga mountain, love to give a nigga Top
Love to rock with Jay Keesha, yea that's my favorite chop
Soon as that ho send that drop, I'ma leave that ho on block
K5 steppin' in the designer, now they callin' him the flock
They had slid on front street, made big boy detox
Bitch I'm not LeBron James, I shoot shit like Kobe Bryant
My grandad was a crack head, leave a nigga brain fried
Baby Drake came from Romania, but I'll put the gun down, beat the boy up, WrestleMania
Toxic waste up in my body, drinkin' shit like radium
Poppin' shit in small clubs, now I'm rockin' stadiums
European bitches, skinny lips, bones need fillers
I know Lil' Buddy Cap, you can't extend the Mac Miller
Ahhhh takin' drugs up in my body, I think somethin' wrong with my liver
Mama told me need a doctor, I can't sit still during dinner
Daddy said he hard on me, that's why he go belt to ass
Rags - Problem Child (feat. K5 Genoxide) Lyrics
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It's like two a.m. right now, and this f*ckin' beat call my name
Baby Drake came from Romania, but I'll put the gun down, beat the boy up, WrestleMania
Toxic waste up in my body, drinkin' shit like radium
Poppin' shit in small clubs, now I'm rockin' stadiums
European bitches, skinny lips, bones need fillers
I know Lil' Buddy Cap, you can't extend the Mac Miller
Ahhhh takin' drugs up in my body, I think somethin' wrong with my liver
Mama told me need a doctor, I can't sit still during dinner
Daddy said he hard on me, that's why he go belt to ass
Labeled as a bad kid, smokin' weed and skippin' class
Huh huh, smokin' weed and skippin' class
F*ck a job and f*ck a school, scratch off the lot, hop in the bag
Love her hair so Indian, just need some water and a brush
ABC is f*ck a weave and tell that bitch to hush, hush
If you mad about that last bar, rest in peace to Lil' Keed
I'm the brown boy counted out, the one you didn't know you need
I'm the one you counted out, the one you cutted from the team
I'm the one you counted out, the one that turned MVP
Baby, I'm a rockstar, baby, I'm a rockstar
I'm a street nigga and I love to sip on Wockhardt
Thankin that's my cock hard, baby, that's my glock
Like I'm on Grave Digga mountain, love to give a nigga Top
Love to rock with Jay Keesha, yea that's my favorite chop
Soon as that ho send that drop, I'ma leave that ho on block
K5 steppin' in the designer, now they callin' him the flock
They had slid on front street, made big boy detox
Bitch I'm not LeBron James, I shoot shit like Kobe Bryant
My grandad was a crack head, leave a nigga brain fried
Baby Drake came from Romania, but I'll put the gun down, beat the boy up, WrestleMania
Toxic waste up in my body, drinkin' shit like radium
Poppin' shit in small clubs, now I'm rockin' stadiums
European bitches, skinny lips, bones need fillers
I know Lil' Buddy Cap, you can't extend the Mac Miller
Ahhhh takin' drugs up in my body, I think somethin' wrong with my liver
Mama told me need a doctor, I can't sit still during dinner
Daddy said he hard on me, that's why he go belt to ass
Baby Drake came from Romania, but I'll put the gun down, beat the boy up, WrestleMania
Toxic waste up in my body, drinkin' shit like radium
Poppin' shit in small clubs, now I'm rockin' stadiums
European bitches, skinny lips, bones need fillers
I know Lil' Buddy Cap, you can't extend the Mac Miller
Ahhhh takin' drugs up in my body, I think somethin' wrong with my liver
Mama told me need a doctor, I can't sit still during dinner
Daddy said he hard on me, that's why he go belt to ass
Labeled as a bad kid, smokin' weed and skippin' class
Huh huh, smokin' weed and skippin' class
F*ck a job and f*ck a school, scratch off the lot, hop in the bag
Love her hair so Indian, just need some water and a brush
ABC is f*ck a weave and tell that bitch to hush, hush
If you mad about that last bar, rest in peace to Lil' Keed
I'm the brown boy counted out, the one you didn't know you need
I'm the one you counted out, the one you cutted from the team
I'm the one you counted out, the one that turned MVP
Baby, I'm a rockstar, baby, I'm a rockstar
I'm a street nigga and I love to sip on Wockhardt
Thankin that's my cock hard, baby, that's my glock
Like I'm on Grave Digga mountain, love to give a nigga Top
Love to rock with Jay Keesha, yea that's my favorite chop
Soon as that ho send that drop, I'ma leave that ho on block
K5 steppin' in the designer, now they callin' him the flock
They had slid on front street, made big boy detox
Bitch I'm not LeBron James, I shoot shit like Kobe Bryant
My grandad was a crack head, leave a nigga brain fried
Baby Drake came from Romania, but I'll put the gun down, beat the boy up, WrestleMania
Toxic waste up in my body, drinkin' shit like radium
Poppin' shit in small clubs, now I'm rockin' stadiums
European bitches, skinny lips, bones need fillers
I know Lil' Buddy Cap, you can't extend the Mac Miller
Ahhhh takin' drugs up in my body, I think somethin' wrong with my liver
Mama told me need a doctor, I can't sit still during dinner
Daddy said he hard on me, that's why he go belt to ass
Writer: Raghav Shyam, Kevin Freeman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid