Bitch I'm wild, bitch I'm wild
Bitch I'm wild, bitch I'm wild
Bitch I'm wild, bitch I'm wild
Bitch I'm wild, bitch I'm wild
Bitch I'm wild, bitch I'm wild
Bitch I'm wild, bitch I'm wild
Bitch I'm wild, bitch I'm muthaf*ckin vile
Bitch I'm wild
Crashout, rockstar, you can't handle
Stay strapped up, full ammo
Burn 'em up, TEC no Roman candle
Your bitch in my room in a skirt commando, huh
Get her wet, that's hydro
She ride it like a bike though
I never have a side ho
My, my bitch always on go, go
Chase the money, that's the mantra
Smoking so much feelin like a Rasta
Ooh that boy nervous so on his sweater his moms pasta
Cause he know I keep Beretta and that ho ratatatatata
Yeah that ho ratatatata
What it do, what it do, what it do
We gon load it up, and let that bitch shoot real soon (brahh brahh)
What it do, what it do, what it do
If I catch you on the corner snatch your chain up and your shoes nigga
Bitch I'm wild, bitch I'm wild
Bitch I'm wild, bitch I'm wild
Bitch I'm wild, bitch I'm wild
Bitch I'm wild, bitch I'm wild
Bitch I'm wild, bitch I'm wild
Bitch I'm wild, bitch I'm wild
Bitch I'm wild, bitch I'm muthaf*ckin vile
Bitch I'm wild