Vince Staples _ Children's Song

[Verse 1]

Pressin' five 'til the pen free my Aphex Twin

In the street like

I ain't really tryna scrape that rim (Uh)

Niggas be like (Like)

"Ayy, bro, 'member back when?" ('Member back when?)

Let it go, loc (Let it go, loc)

I'm way too rich to be your friend (On the hood)

I'm way too lit to let you dim me (Niggas can't dim me)

Ridin' 'round South Pasadena on a ten speed

And I still got blicky (Boom)

And I still get tricky (Still get tricky)

It is what it is (Still get filthy)

 

[Chorus]

Don't play with my Crippin', go play with your kids, bitch (Yeah)

Don't play with my Crippin', go play with your kids, bitch (Yeah)

Don't play with my Crippin', go play with your kids

Don't play with my—, go play with your—

Don't play with my Crippin', go play with your kids, bitch (Damn, damn)

(Yeah)

 

[Verse 2]

Don't be callin' my phone after eight, I'm at home

(Ayy, check it out, yeah)

Ayy, don't be callin' my phone after eight, I'm in bed, bitch (Bitch)

And if I'm with a bitch, it's not none of your business

Gotta keep this shit bliss, gotta keep this shit ignant

Pray this not what the devil intended (Nah)

It's money outside, go and get it

Make a ticket

Up all night with the smokers and crickets

I been broke all my life, had to flip it

All these grown niggas livin' off women (What?)

(?They doin' what)

That ain't no real shit

 

[Chorus]

Don't play with my Crippin', go play with your kids, bitch (Damn)

Don't play with my Crippin', go play with your kids, bitch (Damn)

_Don't play with my Crippin', go play with your

_Don't play with my—, go play with your

Don't play with my Crippin', go play with your kids, bitch

(Yeah)

Don't play with my Crippin', go play with your kids, bitch

[Outro]

_Don't play with my—, don't play with my

_Don't play with my—, don't play with my

_Don't play with my—, don't play with my