CHIRAQ CHILD

(Gyant)

I'm a Southside Chiraq child (I'm a Southside Chiraq child)

You know all my sauce be wild (you know all my sauce be wild)

I'm a Southside Chiraq child (I'm a Southside Chiraq child)

Man, you know these hoes be wild (man, you know these hoes be wild)

I got my Drac' on me, thank me later, that's my motto

Bang, every time I step out the club, I grab a brand-new model

Bang, I be stayin' in the A, I'm tryna chase the bank, the lotto

Bang, man, I told foe an' 'em I'm sliding out, I'm doing it pronto

Man, my life is so glamorous, but I'm suicidal (bang)

I didn't know how fast it get, every move is so vital

Addicted to ass and titties, that shit should be the damn title

Addicted to fancy shit, tryna find my damn bridal

But I can't find her (but I can't find her), where she at? (Where she at?)

But I can't find her (but I can't find her), where she at? (Where she at?)

Now I'm searching through Saks 5th Avenue, is that where she at? (Is that where she at?)

But I gotta search if my money blue, you know where she at

I'm a Southside Chiraq child (I'm a Southside Chiraq child)

You know all my sauce be wild (you know all my sauce be wild)

I'm a Southside Chiraq child (I'm a Southside Chiraq child)

Man, you know these hoes be wild (man, you know these hoes be wild)

Hoes be wild, hoes be wild (hoes be wild, yeah)

Throw some racks in her face, designer broke boy, Gucci on me now

Whoa, why my pants so low? Huh, rock Rick Owens, though

I ain't stressin' on these hoes, I ain't lovin' on no hoes

This a codeine bottle, my bitch look like Latto

Broke-broke boy, geeked down in Atlanta

Rich-ass boy rock Chrome Heart banner and the Saint Laurent leather

Then she sharted on my sweater

Now she writin' me love letters (she knows)

Make her sing just like Heather

Just like heaven (just like heaven) 9-1-7

She say, "posh, why you so mean?" I just had to fix my manners

Bandana, boy, I'm thuggin' like Santana

Got your bitch all in my face, I think she do it for the camera, huh

I'm a Southside Chiraq child (I'm a Southside Chiraq child)

You know all my sauce be wild (you know all my sauce be wild)

I'm a Southside Chiraq child (I'm a Southside Chiraq child)

Man, you know these hoes be wild (man, you know these hoes be wild)

Uh

Uh (posh)

Go

Ay, thirteen, what we on, bro?

Whoa