Burna Bandz and Houdini - Can't Guard Him

They like, "who the kid?" They can't guard him
They like, "who the kid?" They can't guard him

Damn, uh, yeah

Can't guard him
Don't change up (La Gran Familia)
And this forty make him change up
Ain't gon' change up, yeah

Yeah, his money growing like the garden
And his diamonds they dancin', they saucin'
And they ask, "who the kid?" They can't guard him
Nah, they cannot keep him from balling
And he keep a fever when he walking
Just in case these niggas might of lost it
He gon' leave him right there, they gon' chalk it
He don't ever, ever miss a target
And they ask, "who the kid?" They can't guard him

And they ask, "who the kid?" They can't guard him
Now he don't say "excuse me" or "pardon"
And he score with the rock like he Harden
Head OT and we changing the market
And it's drip on the scene when he walk in
Mix the Louboutin with the Givenchy
War time and he do 'em like John Wick

Nah, you ain't want it
He see blood and he vomit
Seen the future, yeah, I called it
I knew these bitches gon' change up
And this forty make him change up
Niggas need to get they range up
Niggas need to get they cake up
Man these niggas they lame, bruh
I was bleaching in the trap
Countin' hella racks I was in it for days, bruh
Lil nigga better chill
Better play it cool, bro, give you a facial
Never lacking, yeah, he keep it close
Everywhere, they see us they know
Pick 'em out, eenie, miney, mo
Anywhere, we see 'em, we blow

Yeah, his money growing like the garden
And his diamonds, they dancin', they saucin'
And they ask, "who the kid?" They can't guard him
Nah, they cannot keep him from balling
And he keep a fever when he walking
Just in case these niggas might of lost it
He gon' leave him right there, they gon' chalk it
He don't ever, ever miss a target
And they ask, "who the kid?" They can't guard him

I gotta designer my garment
This drip you can't homage
Smokin' your friend got me coughing
Feel like a collar I'm popping
My young nigga drilling often
I took a trip out to Compton
Bad bitch said she wanna go shopping
Kinda funny cause you know I ain't trickin it
Not fuckin' for free feel like pimping it
Kawalin' saying that you celibate
I sold a lot you sell a little bit
You saw the opps you started fidgeting
I'm up on the block where it's dangerous
Spot a nigga then we takin' him
Fishy we pull up we flaming it
Diamonds they dancing like Jackson
Telling me they so annoying
Don't need to pass just like Iverson
If it ain't bout dollar it's boring
She from the Dot but look foreign
Gettin' the bag and I'm snoring
I think she want to go touring
'Member the days serving Norman

Yeah, his money growing like the garden
And his diamonds, they dancin', they saucin'
And they ask, "who the kid?" They can't guard him
Nah, they cannot keep him from balling
And he keep a fever when he walking
Just in case these niggas might of lost it
He gon' leave him right there, they gon' chalk it
He don't ever, ever miss a target
And they ask, "who the kid?" They can't guard him

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