(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube) I can't be childish, bitch, I got a kid Told her we can link, but just not at my crib My son custom down to the chain, to the fuckin' bib I'm not affiliated with gangs, but for him, I'll spin Shoot up yo' block Shoot up yo' block, shoot up yo' block, ooh, shoot up yo' block When it comes to my son and my fam, you get popped Shoot up yo' block, ooh, shoot up yo' block Glock 19 and an AR He drop his lo' on Instagram, don't need a radar, okay When I get taxed, I gotta pay large You say you rich, get in my bracks ten like Tamar, okay My son fit more than a grown man And he got more fans, and all he do is show hands, okay Why do you rep that street and you don't own land? Pray for my people, need less guns and need more bands, okay I can't be childish, bitch, I got a kid Told her we can link, but just not at my crib My son custom down to the chain, to the fuckin' bib I'm not affiliated with gangs, but for him, I'll spin Shoot up yo' block Shoot up yo' block, shoot up yo' block, ooh, shoot up yo' block When it comes to my son and my fam, you get popped Shoot up yo' block, ooh, shoot up yo' block Doin' this on my own, don't forget to hint me Usually sip Patron, but today it's Remy Baby Halo hungry, can I see yo' titty? Heart cold like Tundra 'less you in my family My son lit, turn on Beyoncé and say: That's yo' auntie I'll be there for you at all times, you don't need no nanny I can't be childish, bitch, I got a kid Told her we can link, but just not at my crib My son custom down to the chain, to the fuckin' bib I'm not affiliated with gangs, but for him, I'll spin Shoot up yo' block Shoot up yo' block, shoot up yo' block, ooh, shoot up yo' block When it comes to my son and my fam, you get popped Shoot up yo' block, ooh, shoot up yo' block